The last week has been a whirlwind to say the least – the house is now a shell, with all our worldly possessions either on a boat sailing the Atlantic, or have gone into storage in the UK. For those of you concerned about the welfare of both the cat and the kids (see earlier blog!), you’ll be relieved to hear I still have the 3 kids with me complete with e-tickets for the plane, and the cat hasn’t been put into the wrong container but is calmly awaiting her journey tomorrow to an animal air transporter specialist who will whisk her across to us in a few weeks time.
It’s very odd when you look at the house – nothing on the walls, no pictures, no toys, no lights and no furniture. In a bizarre way, it’s easier to leave when there’s nothing left to leave. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful house, but something happened this week whilst all our contents were being removed, that it’s personality disappeared and it’s lost its soul. It’ll no doubt return when we manage to secure some tenants to offer some love and attention to it, and it’ll take on a different character and feel whilst we’re away.
Whilst there’s been a degree of minor stress during the week, there have been some hilarious moments too….
All our kitchen goods were packed on Monday, with the exception of food items and any electricals – as both can’t go to Canada. So, looking at the options for bread on Monday evening, I still had the bread machine and whilst there were no measuring items (all packed up in a container!), how hard could it be to estimate the quantities required and deliver a wonderful smelling loaf of bread for breakfast the next morning? Now, I know what you’re thinking – the bread was a disaster and all that resulted was a congealed mess? You’re wrong. In fact, quite the contrary – a lovely looking (and smelling) loaf was the result. The only thing I’d failed to consider was how we would cut it – the bread knives were already packed up in the back of the container, so tearing it off caveman style was the inevitable option.
Next up was the evening meal. I’d thought everything through in terms of food, and what we could eat with the bare essentials including sourcing plates from a friend to provide an air of decorum to proceedings. There have been 3 glasses in the house since Monday – not bad as long as all 5 of us don’t want a drink at the same time. I’d even ‘saved’ one of the final bottles of wine, and with the girls dispatched off to bed, and only 2 of us – plenty of glasses available! What I hadn’t realised is that the wine had a cork. And a cork requires a cork-screw to open it. And guess where the cork-screw was? So, I announced emergency measures had to be hastily put in place and my wonderful next door neighbour kindly came to my rescue. It was a close call …..
The true winners this week have been the 3 kids, who have participated in an endless round of social events, parties and school activities to mark their departure. The gifts they’ve received have been lovely, and my oldest kid remarked that it was worth all the turmoil and disruption for the celebrations alone. In fact, she concluded that upon our return in 2 years time, if we could earmark our next foreign destination, she could then take 2 years in the UK to have an endless round of welcome home, and ‘sorry to see you go’ parties to look forward to.
The next time I write this, I’ll be in Canada – so this is ‘goodbye’ from the UK, and ‘hello’ Canada. We’re set to arrive.