Moving house for us has always been a case of hiring a van, stealing some cardboard boxes and getting on with it. Moving house seems to be something of a different business when a corporate is paying for it. Well, hopefully paying for it. Two gentlemen (in suits!) turned up last week to assess how complex our house move was going to be - they explained that pretty much all we have to do is stick labels on the things that aren`t being packed. We don`t need to put _anything_ into boxes.
And today the movers turned up. It`s 12 noon, and already they`ve got the great majority of the house into boxes, dismantled our sofa, taken our sideboard off the wall (after wrapping and packing all the crockery) and they`re in the middle of taking down the bookshelves (which were of course still full of books). Remarkeably efficient. I do think we`ve packed most of what we actually need with us, but the only thing I`m nervous about is those little piles of things we quite clearly meant to take with us, but hadn`t put in the nominated "things we`re taking with us" area of the house. I was ambling along this morning when I realised that my wallet was sitting on the sideboard, about to be put into a box. I alerted Kiki, who is now unable to find her house keys...