Although the title implies there was pleasure to be had with a house move, in truth it was horrid, not fun and caused me and hubby to be vile to each other, often with seemingly little or no provocation
Anyway, the decision was made last year that a house move was needed. Various reasons for this decision including the fact that we appeared to be heating a large house for two cats, large quantities of crochet, vinyl records, cd’s and some cake! So put the house on the market and 2 and half months later we moved in to our new teeny tiny cottage in the centre of Farnham Town.
Now on the one hand the house is adorable, the walk to the station is a fabulous 4-5 minutes stroll, the location of cake and wool shops is 5 mins one way and 6 the other, not to mention a record shop a further 5 minutes walk after you have purchased wool. On the other hand, we owned a staggering amount of junk and had bought a small house unable to hold even half of it!! Time to sort and declutter. After a slightly jumpy start that involved many trips to the tip as well as several tears and one (maybe two) tantrums we have really got into the flow of the decluttering process. I am pleased to confirm that we now after four weeks have somewhere to sit and somewhere for up to three people to eat, ha ha. I also finally have got my crochet out of the bag and started to work on the mammoth blanket, it needs to be finished so the cats have somewhere to shed their winter coats
Not the greatest shot I have ever taken but it sums up how I prioritised things in the new house 🙂