Topsy Turvey

Well all things being equal we are moving on Saturday. We are due to complete tomorrow and we pray that all the money from the various places is at the right place at the right time and we will have our sticky little mitts on the keys to our first home by close of business.
This week has been exhausting. Physically and emotionally.
I am so very glad that I preceded it with a weekend at the Beehive, with good food, friends, chats, books, sleep and meandering. A weekend of real rest.
So since Sunday night we've been packing, and sorting, and binning, and shredding and recycling. The house is a tip. We've free cycled some furniture already so there's a gap where the rug and the coffee table used to be. We've found a home for our old dining table and the sofas in our new house that we don't want.
We've packed up most of the kitchen, including my much loved Emma Bridgewater Tea Set - must have some girlies round for afternoon tea soon!
We've nearly done the sitting room and the spare room.
We've made a dent in the bedroom.
But there is still loads to do.
In amongst all this I have had to have a Scout meeting with people from district, join the new gym, supervise Beavers, give first aid to a Beaver who ran into a wall blindfolded. (This was not part of the evening but risk assessing for Beavers is a very creative process), cook food to stick to my points.
Tonight I am going to my old Weight watchers class - I was at Beavers last night, I am seeing a chiropodist and then I am going to attack my bedroom. I am going to sort out and pack my wardrobes, clear out my make-up (my sister would cringe if she saw how old most of it is!), chuck paperwork and then I am going to collapse into bed.
By Saturday night that bed will be in my new home and I will collapse into it will my husband as we start the next new and exciting bit of our journey.
H x