White van men...

Saturday and Sunday were the BIG DAYS of moving in to the new house.

On Saturday we had a blue van, and Ruth took a picture of Jon and Andy the removal men.

Miraculously we got a futon and a desk up the stairs, and the day before, despite much reluctant grumbling, a mattress was shoved, twisted, yanked and generally deformed on its way to the first floor. Ruth did sterling work (shopping for rubber gloves, sandwiches etc). As Ruth pointed out the next day, we must all be getting old because we ended up in a quiet pub talking about mortgages and tax returns. Jon went home early to go to sleep!

On Sunday we had a big white van, and Simon and I became true white van men. I nervously drilled a hole in the wall for the first time, and this morning the house was still standing so it might just be OK.

I'm playing squash tonight, and given last week may well be injured tomorrow. That Sandland boy is dangerous.