Clearing out…

…literally. The Council have now collected our old cooker and the fridge which started leaking about three years ago and has lived in the garage ever since, plus two or three beds with mattresses in varying stages of broken springs.

Today, eldest daughter and family came over with a large van which they’d hired. We loaded it with the new fridge/freezer (something of a job as it stands about six foot four and only just cleared the roof of the van. Apparently you have to keep fridges upright, otherwise those nasty chemicals do all sorts of nasty dances with the result that the atmosphere is thoroughly polluted and the fridge refuses to work.) And they took the large computer desk, which we discovered weighs a ton, a bookcase, two filing cabinets and a couple of recliner armchairs, plus two large house plants in pots.

Rachel from next door popped across, but unfortunately the dishwasher is slightly too big to fit in the new house her daughter has bought to let. Still, she’ll take the washing machine (and feed the cat for a week until he’s taken to his new home.)

So now the Rectory has ceased to rock and feels desolate in the extreme. It is devoid of chairs, has one remaining bed, a table, a dresser and a TV, most of which will go on Monday when the Salvation Army arrive with their lorry.

After that it’s chucking out into a skip – and then the Rectory is empty.

Rachel next door said, “It’s losing its vibes already.”

Sadly, I think she’s right.

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