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My new home – day 1


Welcome home!

‘Sorry. Your front room’s in a bit of a pickle love’ 

Last famous words from the Phil the removal man. 

I can’t have too much of a go at him as they were brilliant seeing as I was alone that day. Paul, not being able to get the day off work due to others on holiday, left Winterscroft that morning at 7am and came home to a new home that day. Weird to say the least. 

Phil and his men had Winterscroft completely cleared out by noon, garage and a couple of plant pots too that I shoved on at the last minute. I had dismantled the bed and the cots single-handed, roaming the house with my Phillips screwdriver and an Allan key and feeling very ‘handy Andy’ I must admit. The solicitor had phoned to say we had received our buyers’ money and so it should only be another half an hour for completion. 

Brilliant news! 

On that note I phoned my buyer, Mr Elliott (remember him?) and arranged to hand over the keys if he could get there as it was all going very much to plan. 

The 28th June was a massively hot day, whereas Phil on the day of quotation had told me to leave the kettle and tea bags till last he hadn’t mentioned cold drinks, so I phoned up grandad to do the honors and he nipped out to Morrisons’ for me and cane back with bags of water, coke and soft drinks. Just as well as they were all sweltering in the heat and so was I! 

'bit' of a pickle?

Anyway, keys handed over, Phil and his men gone, I made my way round to nans’ where the girls were with my mum, nan and grandad. A light lunch was prepared for me which I woofed down in nano seconds – hungry work being a handy Andy I can tell you! and I waited and waited for my phone call. 

‘They’ve all gone to lunch’ (mum) 

‘The money has got held up in a queue’ – (Grandad – ex banker) 

2.00pm I call the solicitor for info. ? ‘Oh yes, who knows what has happened? You know sometimes there’s just a delay – anyway all over now. (yes, and did you have a nice lunch??? ggrrr) 

2.30 I collect the keys = Very Excited Mari 🙂 

Putting the key in the lock for the first time is quite something. Is this really happening? Will we be happy here? Wonder if the neighbours are looking? Which room shall we do first? Hundreds of questions that went through my mind. 

The house was quiet, musty smelling and HOT, I made a point of rushing around and opening every window I could to let some air in. 

Now the decor guys, leaves a lot to be desired but that’s part of the project right? I think the tops is the downstairs toilet/shower room which is 70’s vintage – or that’s how I’m selling it for now, grey blue tiles and light blue formica…nice eh? 

The entire afternoon was spent unloading the two vans and trying to make some sort of organisation out of pure chaos. the girls were very much left to their own devices in the overgrown back garden until I had an afterthought about sun cream and dragged them inside again much to their dislike. 

Mum trying to make sense of the kitchen

Paul came home to a nightmare and slowly slowly we started to get our new life together. The girls went to bed filthy that day but in clean cots and wearing clean pyjamas (one day won’t hurt!) and we managed to put our bed together before crashing on top of it. Yes, on top as it was far too hot to sleep in it. 

And that ladies and gentlemen is the day we moved to Shorne.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. 07/07/2010 6:28 pm

    Bless this mess !!

  2. 07/07/2010 8:40 pm

    Welcome to your new home! Finally, I bet its felt like forever. Enjoy enjoy enjoy.

    • 08/07/2010 12:17 pm

      Thank you. Although we’ve been ehre over a week now it still feels very new, and my mind is busy with decor projects 🙂

  3. Jean permalink
    07/07/2010 10:23 pm


    I think I’ll wait til you’ve tidied up a bit before I see though eh? 😉

  4. 08/07/2010 1:19 pm

    Congrats on your new home!!!

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