We’re packing. Alas not for a holiday, but for the move.
With ten years having elapsed the amount of absolute junk we have accumulated is staggering. This is despite having to jettison a load when we did the garage conversion last year. Bubble wrap has been acquired, boxes purloined, and every room bears the scars of the battleground that is Williams v Junk.
It is amazing what you find in these circumstances though. The girls have today remembered that they own (amongst a million other long forgotten objects retrieved from under a bed or drawer) a Gameboy and a Nintendo DS, with a vast library of games. These now sit on eBay hoping for a bid or three.
This afternoon Louise and I ventured into the dark expanse of horror that is…..THE LOFT! It was strewed with bin bags full of summer clothes, photos (remember when you used to get them printed?), and a vast array of games consoles from across the past decade or two. Those along with two PCs, with monitors large enough to house a small family have been wrestled down from the roof space and taken along to the tip. I am such good terms with high vis vest man at the tip that I think I’m going to be best man at his wedding.
Before tipping said PCs, I gently (ahem) removed the hard drives from them just to make sure that no-one got their hands on the porn, I mean personal data held upon them. I then employed a team of six bodybuilders to help me carry each of the HUUUGGEE PC monitors bought in the 90’s, into the mondeo. The audible groan from the trusty Ford could be heard for miles.
Our spare room is now just a giant pile of bin bags and guff that we need to sort through. That is our long weekend spoken for then.
Still it could have been worse, I could have had to watch a thousand boats go down a river in the pissing rain and cold. I caught a few minutes of this debacle on the BBC today and it was, pardon my french, piss poor. The fact that five hours of telly was devoted to it is mind blowing. I salute those having to commentate on it. Next week they are to make paint drying sound exciting.
I can’t have been the only person to wish that they had employed one of the Disney guys to organise this boats floating past a queen thing. I mean, have they not seen Fantasmic? It certainly would have made the whole thing more bearable for her Maj and those unfortunate enough to have made the journey to witness it to. Imagine the profit from the sale of ponchos too!
I hope you all enjoy your extra two days off. Personally, I could do without them. I know that sounds silly, but at some point in the near future I’ll tell you why. I am still working through “work issues”, and if you aren’t bored of them yet, I sure am. Hopefully, very soon I shall emerge from the darkness and into the proverbial light, and get back to blog’s full of Disney planning and ludicrous innuendo.
Till the next time…..