It’s been a fairly busy but quite pleasant few days and the sunshine over the weekend certainly helped the soul. Phil took Harriet and 3 of their friends to Luton airport on Friday where they were headed off to Tenerife for a week. I was a little worried that 4 girls and all their luggage would fit in the land rover but it was fine. I spent most of the day on the phone and after nearly 2 hours on the phone with BT; I had almost lost the will to live. And the trouble is, I am likely to have to do the same today because it still isn’t sorted. The problem is we don’t have an individual postcode for our caravan plot and the BT postcode office needs a postcode before they can allocate a line. I said to them why can’t you just use the Overstone office postcode but they were adamant that they couldn’t do this. I phoned the Overstone Sales office and they said the BT engineer just needs to come to the office and they will direct them to our plot.
The other complication is that I can’t quite remember whether there is a telephone box in the van so can’t be sure that the previous owner had a landline, so today I need to go over, find the box, plug in a code and dial a special number which SHOULD give me the previous telephone number. If BT have this number then apparently then they can set us up with a telephone line, broadband and BT Vision with a postcode. If there was no previous line and there is no box, then god only knows. I already know in my bones that it is going to be some before we get communications.
On Saturday we went over to Newport to give Sue a hand with a few jobs at her house. Phil fitted a roller blind and a shelf and put up a curtain rail; jobs which entailed lots of deep sighing and seemed to take him quite some time. Sue & I cleaned walls and windows and I helped her clean the top of her conservatory which wasn’t easy. First up, Sue uncoiled her hose then I went up to her en-suite window and threw down a ball of string. Sue tied this o the hose and I pulled the string and brought the hose up throw the en-suite and then hung it out the bedroom window whilst Sue turned on the water. I hosed whilst Sue scrubbed the conservatory roof with a yard brush. It took a while and we must have looked quite comical but it worked.
Phil cooked on Saturday and we invited Sue over for a sort of ‘goodbye house’ supper. Phil brought champagne and we had this before eating his homemade mackerel with Melba toast. And very nice it was but there was just far too much of it. We had spaghetti carbonara for main and a cheesecake with a homemade red currant jus which Phil was very proud of. Sue came round with 2 bottles of some very nice red wine and we drunk this and some more! Our last drunken night at number 11 and I think we went out in style. Well judging by our hung-overs the following morning, I am certain we did! I had a number of jobs that I wanted to do on Sunday morning and really needed Phil’s help but there no chance because he was really suffering (hangover) and couldn’t move off the sofa. I managed to clear the second bedroom and then shot off to go shopping with Sue. She wanted me to go with her to look at blinds and bedding. We found blinds in Paul Simon and discovered that they offer a cutting service which costs 15 quid per blind which we didn’t think was too bad. Unfortunately the cutting service takes 2 weeks so we decided against this and just brought the cutting tool. They had the same blinds in Dunelme’s next door and they were much cheaper, but unfortunately they didn’t have the the size Sue wanted so she’s had to order them. Our shopping trip was quite successful, Sue got a fabulous art-deco style mirror and some gorgeous bedding and a blind from B&Q for her blue bedroom. We did talk about going to IKEA but I couldn’t face a trip on a weekend and I’m not sure either of was really in the mood.
I really felt like slobbing on the sofa with Phil when I got back home but first I had to get the bed which Phil had dismantled and our bedroom furniture down stairs and into the garage. I then started on clearing the lounge and the kitchen. The washing machine was going non-stop yesterday and I washed anything and everything because I am not sure how long it will be before my washing machine at the caravan will be up and running. Of course this meant hours of ironing and this was how I spent my Sunday evening. Phil was in bed before 6pm so I suppose the ironing get me occupied.
Our house is looking and sounding like an empty shell and already we are echoing. I think Phil was a little surprised this morning when he came down to find the lounge had been stripped and all that is left is the sofa and the television. There is much to do this week and we have a particularly busy day planned today as we have our first van booked. Phil is going over to collect it from Bletchley, and then we will load it up and drive over to the caravan. We are moving ourselves and the plan is to come back to MK at lunchtime, load the van up again and off load at our storage unit. I am fretting that we are not going to have enough space for all of our stuff but by the end of today we should be able to tell if we need a bigger unit. It’s all go, go, go, the joys of moving house. Time to stop moaning now and get this show on the road.
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