posted by
owlfish at 11:01pm on 13/06/2008 under moving experiences
Day 1: It's smaller than we remembered. The damp in the back is worse. The DIY which felt so solid on viewings, is less so. The garden is wonderful, perfectly sized, and smells deliciously of roses. I still really like the office.
Day 2: It's larger than we remember it being yesterday. C. broke the towel rail, which is good to know early, for the sooner we know what needs doing, the better. Most of the DIY really isn't so bad. The garden is wonderful. We measure out prospective furniture in string and masking tape on the floor, and it feels a little more ours.
My reflexes are slow: We'd driven out to Enfield to buy the right ladder, and I was standing by the right ladder with a larger cart, waiting for C. to return with help for lifting it down from a higher shelf. B&Q was rather empty. A couple came along, looking quickly at ladders. They saw the right ladder and lifted it down, read it briefly, and walked off. I gaped. Did that really just happen? But surely it was a pile of two of the right ladders. But no, the ladder behind is a wrong ladder. And there's no more in stock. We drove to Enfield and I watched other people take away the right ladder.
Day 2: It's larger than we remember it being yesterday. C. broke the towel rail, which is good to know early, for the sooner we know what needs doing, the better. Most of the DIY really isn't so bad. The garden is wonderful. We measure out prospective furniture in string and masking tape on the floor, and it feels a little more ours.
My reflexes are slow: We'd driven out to Enfield to buy the right ladder, and I was standing by the right ladder with a larger cart, waiting for C. to return with help for lifting it down from a higher shelf. B&Q was rather empty. A couple came along, looking quickly at ladders. They saw the right ladder and lifted it down, read it briefly, and walked off. I gaped. Did that really just happen? But surely it was a pile of two of the right ladders. But no, the ladder behind is a wrong ladder. And there's no more in stock. We drove to Enfield and I watched other people take away the right ladder.
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Oh no! A few years ago I went, with
I'm glad you're pleased with the house and garden, anyway.
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Were the other programme vendors out too, or were they overly be-queued still?
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However, I'd left my video recorder and tuner set up at home to tape the live broadcast from Radio 3, so I have a recording of the whole concert.
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do't know the result as I walked away but I did not hear the police or anything so it must have been resolved amicably :)
Congrats on house. Hope your ventures out are more successful. Take rope to tie stuff to you while you wait in future perhaps ;)
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I'm glad the garden is lovely - one of the things I'm mourning the most about our old flat is not having all of my beloved plants here with me! That said, my parents have enormous back and front gardens, so I spent hours yesterday weeding, which is satisfying.
*hugs* Hoping there are no further nasty surprises in store (and we just replaced OUR towel rail yesterday, as my dad is redoing our downstairs bathroom! We are DIY soulmates!).
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Today's excitement: buying bedroom furniture, for delivery later this week. (Even more exciting, actually, was the Islington Canal Tunnel tour, but that's not really house-related.)
Glad you have weeds to make you happy!
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