Thursday July 23rd
Went for a run with Mrs N this morning. My watch kept beeping due to the pace so had to turn that off after 2 mins. Just under 3 miles, up and down some hills was a good start. I don't think she likes running with me.
We spent an absolute fortune at Ikea but being the pros we are, we got in and out before the real carnage began. Got everything in the car somehow and then I burst with pride as all three of my children set to work constructing Ikea furniture. Start 'em young and they'll be experts by the time they buy their first home. Brings a tear to the eye.
Ted put together a kitchen table, Alice the coat rack and some boxes and Ellen surprised us all with a bedside cabinet. My piece de resistance was a full length kitchen cabinet for our considerable collection of glasses. Didn't finish it so have to pop back to Ikea in the morning...
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Day 92 - Can You Recycle All This?
Friday July 16th
The amount of packing material is phenomenal. I think our 2 British movers (the 3rd called in sick much to the 2 others' derision) are not impressed with the amount of paper and board they have to get through. It is an unfair contest - on the US side 7 packers + a foreman and on the UK side 2 unpackers. We all ended up pitching in as it was painful to watch at times. Mrs N declared herself dissatisfied with the storage space in the kitchen so a trip to Ikea is imminent.
Ted and I unpacked the garage and managed a sneaky game of ping pong to check the table was in working order. By 4pm the job was pretty much done and we sent the lads on their way with sore bodies and 20 quid for their hard labour.
We have been invited out by the neighbours in Nightingale Close for fajitas. A lovely family, with Ellen and Ted getting on well with their two kids. A little awkward as we have not told them about our parallel life in the new house. We will have to tell them soon
The amount of packing material is phenomenal. I think our 2 British movers (the 3rd called in sick much to the 2 others' derision) are not impressed with the amount of paper and board they have to get through. It is an unfair contest - on the US side 7 packers + a foreman and on the UK side 2 unpackers. We all ended up pitching in as it was painful to watch at times. Mrs N declared herself dissatisfied with the storage space in the kitchen so a trip to Ikea is imminent.
Ted and I unpacked the garage and managed a sneaky game of ping pong to check the table was in working order. By 4pm the job was pretty much done and we sent the lads on their way with sore bodies and 20 quid for their hard labour.
We have been invited out by the neighbours in Nightingale Close for fajitas. A lovely family, with Ellen and Ted getting on well with their two kids. A little awkward as we have not told them about our parallel life in the new house. We will have to tell them soon
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