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Gawd what a mountain of stuff to do before I move!

I've only a week left in Luxembourg, so am crying most days knowing I have to say goodbye to places and friends.

Today I managed to:
- sell my car
- cancel standing orders
- forward mail
- post some school stuff
- agree date for removal men
- book storage in Belfast
- have a quick tidy of the appartment before visit from new tenants tonight
- organise farewell drinks at work
- some red tape for leaving work.

Phew! Time for a cuppa

Well done you, now what else was on the list?

*feeling tired just reading the list*

B

Ditto

Oh, it goes on! I've been back over a week now - today I must ring the storage guys and see where my stuff is .

And chase up solicitor and mortgage people.

The schools seem to be well sorted though. Just have to buy uniforms!

Oh, it goes on! I've been back over a week now - today I must ring the storage guys and see where my stuff is .

And chase up solicitor and mortgage people.

The schools seem to be well sorted though. Just have to buy uniforms!

(might be a double post....)

Oh ye gods! Mortgage lender a$$-holes!! Uncontactable estate agents!!!

Ach bollox!

Revised completion date on the house I'm selling has now drifted into September.

So all those careful plans of moving during the Summer hols have gone wobbly.

Plus I may well be looking at bridging loan for the purchase of the new one

Well, my stuff has successfully made it to Belfast!

Still not sure how we manged to emigrate with only 8 boxes and 2 bicycles, and on our return 3 and 1/2 years later we have 43 boxes, a chair, a carpet, a skateboard and a Legolas style bow and arrow

Somehow this doesn't surprise me in the slightest. When I first moved from Toronto to Bristol I had two large suitcases and shipped over two boxes of extra stuff. When I moved from Bristol to Salamanca a year and a half later I had half a car full of things. Moving from Salamanca to Sevilla a year and a bit later I suddenly had a full car of stuff (and two cats). And now? Gaaaa . . . don't ask! And there is only one of me, no kids involved.

I'm just happy that I don't plan to change countries again for the rest of my life.

Any more news on the house sale fiasco?


az

Not as yet

Will try ringing the estate agents before heading off for my manicure later on.

I rang my favourite ex-husband who's in Barcelona at the minute with the kids, to let him know what's happening. So we'll have a big family pow-wow when they get back over who should stay where. He's fairly relaxed and easy to deal with - and we both have the kids' best interests as our focal point.

Scool Uniforms? yikes, I'd almost forgotten about them.

I always do a really good de-junk when we move, but I still manage to move 43 times as much stuff away as I brought with me.

Have you mislaid the that goes with the bow? Careless of you!

What happened to the bicycles?

One of the reasons I like moving is having the opportunity to purge stuff. I do remember giving six bin-bags of clothes to the women's refuge once. The only odd thing about that is that at no time in my life have I ever owned more than two bin-bags of clothes at any one time. So how come I had six of the buggers to give away?

What is interesting is how much of my stuff I don't use. I've moved into a temporary flat here with a box of books, a box of cds, a cd player and a dvd player, food, clothes and paperwork, and I amn't missing anything I've left at home. Oh, my swimming cossie, but that's because I forgot it.

Maybe I should just torch the lot and go on holiday on the insurance.

Ben

We outgrew the bikes!

Looking forward to buying new ones Once we've got a house to put them in...

Have just discovered that the singalong Rocky Horror is playing the night before my birthday! An excuse to wear my new hand made corset

Well, went to the old house this morning to supervise the removal of what little bits and bobs were there. I'd expected some beds to be there, but they've disappeared .

Tenants must have taken them . They weren't valuable, but they'd have saved me buying new ones in a hurry next week.

But delighted to find some of my old pictures - a trio of Kandinsky prints, an etching from a monastry I'd visited in AldenBisen, and a picture of the launch of the Titanic - all intact.

Fingers crossed for the next step!

*stoopid bloomin estate agents who shut at lunchtimes *

Right, off I go to sign contracts!

Wow, I can't believe the tenants made off with the beds! Surely that's illegal - can't you track them down and get the beds back?

At least your pictures were still there.

Anyhow, looking forward to hearing how things go . . .


az

Actually....., on checking with the rental agents, I'd agreed that they could be sold back in 2003



Anyhoo. Good excuse to go and buy some new ones

I searched many many shops looking for just the right one. The house is over 100 years old, and my room is quite large (14 by 12 feet) with wooden floors. But I hate the old-worlde quaint look, preferring unstructured and minimalist. Clean lines!

But chrome or steel would have looked totally wrong.

So in the end I went for a beautiful chocolate leather headboard, on a low but king size bed. Very tempted by the super king sized ones (6 feet wide), but felt it would have intruded too much into the rest of the room.

Going for natural shdes of taupe and cream to decorate, with fake fur and suede throws and cushions etc.....