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Today is Wednesday, it is afternoon.
I have to go and dismantle some furniture and carry the bits down to the underground parking here in this block of flats, load them into my car...
I have to cut some sandwiches (Brets - *grins*) for our journey tomorrow
I have to pack suitcases
I have to clean up the kitchen, thoroughly.
I have to have an afternoon nap too.
We leave tomorrow morning at 4 o'clock. (UGH, UGH and double UGH)
Drive through France, hoping to be at Calais for just after noon.
Cross the channel.
Drive to our little flat there in the UK, grab a snooze, go out for dinner, sleep the sleep of the just.
Jump into the car at 0930...
Drive to a neighbouring town (15 mins).
At 1000 on Friday, get issued with the keys to our new house!!!!!
Drive to said house.
Measure each and every room.
Work out where everything is in it. How to adjust the heating. How to set the alarm system. Where are the dustbins located? etc etc etc
Back to the little flat.
Out for a dinner. (Not going to create extra untidiness)
Next day, grand-daughter's birthday party.
Next day, family lunch with that lot for Mother's Day. (Yes, the UK has a different day for Mother's Day)
Next day, (Monday by now) removals van arrives early in the morning to remove all stuff from little flat to take to new house. So have get up extra early and dismantle our only bed in the UK.
Move into new house.
Mantle, or maybe remantle, our bed. Ditto for the furniture from Switz. Sleep there that night.
Depending upon Broadband availability, maybe log on into BCTS for the first time since Thursday (Weds night, actually)
Tuesday, more of the same.
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The next THREE chapters of JoB are already written. Just need some tidying up on some geographical details to bring Penny's and my thinking into sweet and absolute harmony.
Will try to post the next one before leaving the UK again to come back to Switzerland to work.
BUT maybe I won't have any WiFi access in the new place by then.
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NOW, time to dismantle that wardrobe --- where's my axe and my hammer?
Joolz.
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Don't forget to breathe
once in a while...
I've just about finished sorting through the 'stuff' that my mother has been hoarding for decades. Mind you finding a signed photo of Jimmy Stewart from sometime in WW2 and a copy of the London Evening News for 6th June 1944 was interesting.
I've thrown away several thousand buttons!
Samantha
Grandmother
When my Grandmother died, we had to flip through every page of every book in her entire house. It literally took days for a team of 4 grandchildren in their twenties. She was a survivor of the depression and we found over $7000 in $100 bills in books one at a time. There was no pattern and it was insane. We had to burn 65 years of bank statements and all the associated checks because my aunt was worried someone would look at her banking transactions from the 1930's-1980's.
But we all agreed that the buttons in box after box had to go. She sewed all the time and she had jars and jars of every kind of button imaginable.
Fond memories....
DD
Idle hands......
Julia,
I just can't believe you didn't do the washing!
Come to that, what were you thinking of when you "Went out to dinner!" The next time you move just try a little harder dear. Less frivolity and more concentration on the task in hand huh? There is no mention of cleaning the windows either.
This bit is for Samantha.
Now listen here you, I don't need reminders about my age. I remember being in the garden of our house located just behind Kings Cross railway terminus and hearing the noise of hundreds of aircraft and looking up and seeing wave after wave of Dakotas flying overhead. I do remember it was late evening and wondered why the anti-aircraft guns weren't firing. I was only seven so I can be excused for taking a minute before realising that the aircraft were RAF Dakotas and not German Dorniers or Heinkels. I do vividly remember wondering what the broad white stipes on the wings were for. The next morning the 6th of June, the BBC carried the news and that evening the Evening papers were full of it of course.
My objection to your report was the reminder that you found your grandmothers copy whereas I not only saw the paper the day it was printed but was able to read the bloody thing. Bang goes my attempts to pass myself off as a 59 year old virgin!
Have a happy life in your new home, Julia.
Frances
It wasn't a dig at you Frances
I was just remarking about the stuff that my mother kept for all these years. The two items I mentioned were just the more remarkable ones.
I realise that I'm starting to do the same. I will have a really big clear out this year.
Samantha
Old Age
Samantha, I was pulling your leg. I love being old and wrinkly. Well almost but the memories you jogged in my brain were good ones. I know that war is hardly a thing to have good memories about but being a child, (I was two when war was declared,) didn't really have a conception of pre-war years to base my memories on. I ate my first banana when I was nine years old and if my memories are accurate, sweets (candy for you Americans) didn't come off ration until I was well into secondry school. Because I was too youg to appreciate the horrors of war, a lot of it was adventure.
Moving house however is definately not an adventure and having done just that, I envy Julia's ability to organise herself. It took me two weeks of planning and two weeks to move just my own stuff about 5 miles up the road and I'm still moaning about the horrors.
Frances
WiFi?
WiFi? You young'uns don't know you're born!
What's wrong with using a patch cable like any other reasonable person?
Oh. Now you're going to ask me what a patch cable is. Kids these days!
Penny
Patch Cables? Pah
I'm currently wiring up the front panel switches to a 'device' that runs like a PDP-8i. It has a Raspberry-Pi inside but the front panel etc works just like the real thing that came out around 1968.
http://obsolescence.wixsite.com/obsolescence.
At least you're not trying to
At least you're not trying to build a punch card reader, or use a spaghetti cable programming board.
I'll get a life when it's proven and substantiated to be better than what I'm currently experiencing.
Wow!
Hope it all works. Let us know how it's going as you can.
Take care,
cbee
Safe journey
I hope you'll both be very happy in your new home.
Ang
Angharad