A moving sensation....

So - the day is here. The removal men are packing boxes with speed & efficiency while I'm relegated to coffee maker.
It feels so surreal - and I'm not sure how we will fit everything in at the other end! Why is is that when stuff is in boxes it seems so much greater than when it is in cupboards?
I just wish it was all being taken off to Fontevraud and we were starting afresh there! One day.....

A moving week...

In more ways than one! This is it - the week of the move. If I can get through it without tears it will be a miracle! I even got emotional when sorting out the electricity supply!! The poor chap on the phone asked if I was looking forward to moving and I almost started blubbing as I said, 'No'.

Looking at the boxes and boxes of things to be moved, and the distinct lack of any storage space in the flat, I'm in danger of just putting my head in the sand and hoping it will all go away. But it won't.

Of course, as we move things to France it will be easier - but at over £200 a time for travel alone, that's an expensive thing to do! Roll on this time next week - at least then the move will be over and I'll HAVE to face it all.

Signed, sealed and ......

So the answer is purely self-indulgent (and from the awful spelling in the last post, slightly the worse for wear!).

The 48 hour dash to France was great - though the Notaire was an eye-opener! Not quite up to speed - but we got through the hour and a half of reading through & signing documents!

Next deadline - the 7th for exchange on Roman Rise with completion on 11th. And we move to a tiny flast on 10th. GIN GIN GIN!!!!