Yes, that is a word. From now.
We're still trying to get the house ready... the workers have finally started and I've never been happier to see total mess and destruction.
This was the before:
I love that light. I still pinch myself when I see images like this? My home? Really? Get out!
Anyway, whilst lots of people work on the inside I have been tending the garden. Yes, hilarious as it may sound (Ali? stop it) I have been pruning roses. Just to keep things in perspective I don't 'do' gardening. I love gardens and flowers, I admire people who know about flowers and plants... but I don't 'do' it. I'm more the 'sit in the garden with a book' type person that the 'I need to weed' person. Some weeds are pretty anyway. Just saying.
Well it seems that sometimes duty call and you have to answer. Armed with advise from the RHS I pruned roses for 1 and 1/2 hours. (And still didn't finish - the previous owners LOVED roses people.. sigh). How well I did it, remains to be seen...
(No, I didn't enjoy it. But I didn't hate it either)
To be fair I quite like cutting the grass but apparently my 'lines' are not straight enough.
We've booked (Royal 'we', I booked) a date for the removal company. Gulp. It's looming and between now and then we're going on an ill-timed holiday for ten days. We booked it way before buying the house... but it feels a bit wrong.
So in between sports days and swimming galas, concerts and speech days, whilst trying to squeeze normal life into the gaps left by the new house demands... I'm doing this:
Yes, I'm eating pizza whilst packing (I'm not packing pizza!!)... every minute counts.
But you know what? I love this part. I cleanse. I purge. I reminisce. I take more trips to the charity shop than the supermarket. Ask the boys. They will confirm it. They keep threatening to call the NSPCC.
Today it's Saturday and the normal packing schedule will be disturbed by real life: archery for one, physio and a party for another, haircut for the remaining two. Some holiday shopping (apparently last year's swimsuits don't fit no more... which means they must get fed sometimes right?).
Wish me luck.
Have a good weekend.