The Move
I'm procrastinating cleaning the oven. It needs to be done. I know this. I don't want to have to do it tomorrow - during my weekend of well deserved relaxation. I'd rather update my blog.So, we're all moved in. There were a few dramas, as you facebookers know, but we've got it mostly figured. The move took us 3 whole days, as we did basically the whole thing ourselves. Riccardo's friend from work, Andrew, did help for a couple hours on Sunday... but mostly if was me and Riki hauling everything in-and-out, up-and-down. Not fun. By Saturday afternoon my arms were shot. I actually pulled a muscle in my right arm lifting our enormous old-style TV, and was done for the rest of the day. Thankfully this all happened directly before our hot water kicked the bucket, and I was able to soak the muscle strain away.
Yes, so Saturday became more disasterous when our boiler blew out. It's approximately 0943517 years old, and we think it was the week being off that did it. Basically this meant no heat or hot water until Thursday night. Whoa, do I have a lot of laundry to catch-up on. Thankfully we have an archiac fireplace in the living room, and a comfy sofabed, so we camped out; and our shower is electric, so we could still bathe ourselves. Not so bad really, once you dig out the old kettle to boil up water for dishes and such. The £370 bill wasn't so pleasant though.
Most of our boxes are unpacked, and all the furniture has been rebuilt. Our rooms look a little lonely now though, because the furniture that was squished into the old place is floating around here. Plus, I am reluctant to hang pictures or put out decorations, since the current colour schemes clash so well with our stuff. Every time I take a second to glance at the wallpaper I want to sneak over and start peeling strips off so that we can't avoid beginnig the renovations. Hideous.
In other news, I've decided to keep my job. For now. I was seriously considering leaving for a while (like since Day 1), but now I feel like I'm starting to belong. I've befriended some great girls there, who all live in our former town, Leamington Spa, and it makes work-life much more pleasurable. Despite that the kids are still shitheads 85% of the time, I have swayed myself into staying if for only the fact that I need all the holidays for the wedding.
I bet no one is as excited as I am that Christmas break is in just three short weeks! I soooo need a break - and so does Riccardo. We are looking forward to our little European roadtrip; we'll drive to his parents' for Christmas (from the 23rd until the 29th). I'm happy to add Belgium and the Netherlands to my countries-I've-visited list, and to spend more than the previous 2 hours in France. We have decided that the finances do not allow us to overnight in Paris, but we may do some sightseeing in Brussels, since it's directly en route.
Guess that's all the news from these parts. Hope all is well there! Happy Christmas everyone!
(Pictures of the house will follow sometime soon - stay tuned!)
You should have mentioned in your blog that when you had your "muscle strain" you left me out in the cold with a display unit to carry into the house. Not so much fun either...
BUT WE MADE IT - WE ARE IN OUR(!!!) HOUSE, YIEHAY, JAMBA-WAMBA!!!