Looking up

After my best sleep for ages (it seems that one Mr B G&T and two glasses of wine is the perfect recipe for a restful night) I leapt out of bed full of vim and vigour, determined to overcome yesterday's torpid depression. We packed the van, well we started anyway. Because of the smallness of the van versus the largeness of stuff we want to keep, every last cubic centimetre must be filled. So today we did the garage (tools and stuff) and managed to carry two of the heavy bits of furniture that I was worried about (with Mr B still just with one arm in use) up and fill them with clothes (like I said, no space to be left empty).

We are trying to be ruthless about throwing things out, but it is tough. I have eventually conceded the unlikelihood of my ever fitting back into pre-kids clothes and have let them go. Mr B, however, is unable to get rid of the eight 2.4m x 1.2m sheets of marine ply he has been hanging onto for sentimental reasons for the last five years or so. He assures me they will be very useful in the new house. And he did at least have the grace to applaud my imaginative use of my head as an aid in levering them into the truck.

Anyway, all that backbreaking work is overshadowed by the joyous news received from one of our lawyers today that we are allowed to sell our house on Monday! Hurrah! I am celebrating with a larger than normal G&T*.

On the back of that I emailed the other lot, dealing with our purchase, and have just heard that we will almost certainly be signing the contract on that on Tuesday. Despite my exhausted muscles, I will sleep well tonight.

In other news, my what a scorcher. I had to go inside for a bit after lunch as it was too hot - I was regretting having packed my summer clothes away already. I did manage 10 minutes with jeans rolled up to get enough vitamin D to see me through for a while. Here's a view from the lunch table up through the (not quite out) mimosa. Also, Katherine managed to hurt her knee today and is currently full of ibuprofen and with an ice pack on it. Strained tendons/ligaments (whatever it is on the side of your kneecap) is our diagnosis.



*I should say that I don't normally drink G&T every night, but there was just a few slugs of gin left in the bottom of the bottle, so we're just tidying really.