Posts Tagged ‘unpacking’


All you cynics and pessimists may now apologise… It is official, I have UNPACKED! Yes, you read that right, unpacked. Well, ok, there *are* three or four boxes under my bed … BUT … they contain Stuff. You know, that Thing you don’t know what to do with, but don’t want to get rid of…

But as for the rest of it, it’s unpacked and either lives somewhere useful or has been consigned to Freecycle or the bonfire. The latter includes you don’t-want-to-know-how-many boxes of paperwork. Does anyone know why I still had my GCSE French folder? Or the exam papers from my first year at university? No, nor me! But along with a car load of other combustibles, they are gone from my life. Or at least they will be, once I can find some matches or a lighter!

So there you have it.

I have officially Moved.

Now I just need to track down a sofa bed and then start being sociable and invite people to stay. And then torture them with my cooking (*evil grin*).

The only thing I’m stuck with is what to call my new abode. It’s an annexe, a single storey granny flat built from concrete blocks against a lovely old farmhouse. It’s very Modern. All right angles and symmetrical. The carpets are vile. The curtains are worse (pink in the living room, blue and flowery in the bedroom). I don’t want to refer to my new pad as “the annexe”. But being so small, it doesn’t count as a house and it’s certainly not a cottage. And bungalow doesn’t fit the bill since it’s semi-detached. I guess “the flat” describes it best, except I tend to think of flats as multi-storey buildings.

There’s one thing I do know … it’s Home. And that, my friends, is what really counts.

Sunrise on 31 January 2010, as seen from my garden

Sunrise on 31 January 2010, as seen from my garden

The view from the road - 31 January 2010

The view from the road - 31 January 2010

Setting up home

As I said in a previous post, I have recently moved house and for various reasons, left south Wales for Somerset, a decision which has taken me as much by surprise as my friends! Still, it’s a lovely part of the world – it reminds me of my home hills in west Wales, but has the advantage of firmly placing my mother on the wrong (right!) side of the Severn Bridge.

I am currently in the process of unpacking, which I suppose I should be honest about and describe less as unpacking, and more as opening lots of boxes, exclaiming in delight or horror at various forgotten items (some boxes haven’t been opened for years!), sorted the bedroom and the bathroom and then abandoned ship, leaving the living room and kitchen looking less like a living room and a kitchen and more like a post-nuclear disaster zone…

My aim is to finish before I decide to move again 😆