Moving House

That’s how they say ‘moving’ here in the UK. It sounds a bit more dramatic, which is as it should be. Moving is dramatic. We (My Loving Spouse, myself and the dog) have moved in.

A fold up table, 2 folding chairs, an air mattress and the dog bed are the main items we are currently living with. Oh, and my fabulous new wheelbarrow.

Two of those buckets are currently holding socks and underwear.

Gunner loves it. He seemed to know that grassy ‘wee’ yard was made for him. He wasn’t too crazy about the new rule called “no dogs upstairs”, but the rule only seemed to last for 24 hours.

The ‘stuff’ we needed to move out of the last Arbnb. I was quite aware while shopping that we would need pillows. I just kept forgetting that I’d already bought some.

We’ve checked out our local ‘chippy’ called the Hook Line and Sinker and have confirmed it to be delicious.

To all my friends in the Real Estate world, our paperwork for the sale was a total of 10 pages, of which we signed 3. The inspection report is part of the listing, so you know what you’re getting when you make your offer. Our sellers were very kind to us, leaving us toilet rolls and a lovely gift.

Two gals from church gave us homemade goodies yesterday to welcome us into our new home. Another gift bag showed up Thursday amongst our boxes. It also was a gift bag full of goodies from a friend at church.

I teased her that we’d been broken into and thanked her for their thoughtfulness.

She said, “Welcome to village life. If you leave your back door unlocked you never know what you’ll find”

…and we are blessed.