Tomorrow I am moving house.
In twelve hours time I will actually be picking up an actual van and having to fill it with all of the things in the house. All of them. Not just a few of them.
And then, to add insult to injury, I have to drive them half a mile around the corner and take them all out again.
I thought, looking around the house when we first decided to move, that we didn’t have that much stuff. We’ve got rid of lots of furniture, as we’re moving somewhere smaller, and in my mind it was really just a sofa, a couple of beds and a few boxes of books. Oh deary, deary me, how wrong I was. We may not have masses of furniture, no wardrobes or big bookcases to speak of, but my God we have a lot of shite.
There are so many things that you just wouldn’t think of, that seem to blend into the house, so that you don’t notice them until you pile them all up in one room and stand back, aghast.
I’ve done a quick stock take of some of the things you might not normally consider, and we have:
- 17 house plants
- 12 outdoor plants in tubs
- 43 framed pictures, including 4 large canvas prints
- 3 bikes and 2 scooters
- 3 printers. Who on earth needs 3 printers? We only have one desktop computer. It is quite ridiculous.
This is just a teeny tiny part of the list.
As we speak, my downstairs is piled floor to ceiling with the detritus that I have collected over the years and I am hiding upstairs in a now empty bedroom, afraid to look.
Wish me luck…