Going, going...

Well, we are gone but the house is still going. The hard work started for us a month ago and we finally finished on Sunday. We packed up the house, moved a ridiculous number of boxes, sent stuff in all directions (storage, friends, op shops, ebay, transfer stations...) and eventually moved the five of us.

We are now comfortably ensconced at the parents/in laws and we are never leaving. Nola (Jenny's mother-in-law) is doing our washing on a daily basis and we have a dishwasher which is not called James. We are onto something here, especially with built in babysitting. Let's see how long the bliss lasts.

The relocation people started preparing our house for its new home today. They were not impressed with the roof insulation falling on their heads in bits as they took the plaster ceiling sheets off in the dining room. We were impressed that there was actually insulation up there as it certainly never felt like it. We are also enjoying finding newspapers from 1936. Somethings never change...

"Parents who thought their children should be set a fair amount of home work each evening were just as much to blame as teachers, for the excessive home work some pupils had, said the Chief Inspector of Primary Schools." The Herald, 6 May 1936

The prep work will take about three to four weeks before the actual move. Beams are being manually taken off so they can be properly reinstated without cuts and the roof tiles, fireplace and all the guttering have to go. We will still be left with a helluva mess at the end.