Moving day

 

The weekend's efforts were epic. Five trailer loads of goodness knows what were hauled over to my parents place (in addition to three or four earlier loads). About one third is in our temporary digs and the rest is stored away.

It seems no matter how organised we try to be when we move, we are always left with a load of tidbits that have missed their box or don't have a 'place'. My wonderful husband dealt with it all, spending three hours by himself to clear up the last of our junk prized possessions.

My husband and father are my heroes. I can't thank them enough. And my little girl has taken the move in her stride, sleeping soundly in her new surrounds.

Now we have eight or so months to contemplate the move back!