Friday 20th June
We moved house! K and I have got our own flat together. I took the day off to start moving things and to collect the keys and K would be joining me once she finished work.
I loaded my silly small car up with boxes, drove the 5 or so miles to the next town and started to unload. My GOD! I hadn't done that much exercise in a long time. TWO flights of stairs and three doors to get through. It took me about 10 trips up and down the stairs. Luckily I thought to bring my duvet and pillows in the first load so I had something to collapse on in the lounge to recover. That, and a cigarette on the balcony to calm myself.
Two of those trips bringing my stuff, then the other arrived about 6pm. K with 3 car loads of stuff and myself with another 2 car loads and a van full of furniture.
Once it was all unloaded we unpacked a little and then on to Tesco for a major food shop. We loaded up £150 worth of goods into our trolley and lo and behold...we end up at a checkout with a Polish trainee. 2 million lightyears later...we get out of Tesco. However, we start beeping loudly as we leave because Mrs Poland forgot to take a security tag off. Then we get accused of being drunk by the security guard (how bloody dare he, we haven't touched a drop!).
We arrived home at about midnight and continued with the unpacking until about 2am, at which point K joins me in my bed (hers hasnt arrived yet) and we fall into a dead sleep.
Alarm woke us at 7:30am at which point we realised we had forgotton to turn the boiler on to heat the water, and so we whizz over to my old flat for a shower. Then we are off in the van again to collect K's bed. We brought the furniture home with M's music on loud in the van and promptly got yelled at by the neighbours ('Fucking pricks'). We had already made a great impression! Oh and we also had apparently gained a reputation as car park space stealers, as we accidentally parked in the wrong spaces on Friday night. Oops.
Once we'd collected all the furniture from various locations we made a trip into town to get Subway and buy S a few little gifts (to make her feel welcome in our flat anytime).
Saturday afternoon we built shelves (well, M and I built shelves while K napped *shakes fist*).
We finally got to bed at about 10:30pm. This time K was in her own new bed!
Sunday morning K woke me with tea and porridge and climbed into my bed for a lie in. We had decided to cook a roast dinner for M and S that evening, a little ambitious, but it wasn't a complete disaster. Well ok, M and S may disagree there, but at least the yorkshire puddings were edible.
By Sunday afternoon we felt settled and at home. It's strange how fast that happened, but it felt really comfortable already.
All in all the moving weekend was hectic and exhausting but plenty of fun, and (of course) we had some wine to celebrate!! Were you in any doubt?