Two days hard labour

Ed and I and youngest daughter Bex have spent the last two days clearing and shifting and lifting and carrying and all other things heavy that you can imagine.

Last night, as we staggered to our new home nearly dead on our feet, Ed said,

“We’re nearly done. Just finish off tomorrow and then we can clean next week.”

That was yesterday. He’d reckoned without the loft.

Today, Bex and I tackled the loft. It was horrendous. Not only filthy, with everything covered in layers of unmentionable black yuk (birds? bats? wasps?spiders? Who knows? What I do know is that it was thick, black and disgusting) but piled from floor to ceiling with boxes and old suitcases. It was like clearing out another three rooms.

Bex went up the ladder and handed down each huge box to me, precariously balanced on the lower steps of the ladder. I carried the boxes downstairs and piled them up outside the garage door, for Ed to either sling in the skip or burn down in the orchard at the bottom of the garden.

It took all day and we still haven’t finished, so my carefully worked out timetable is rapidly disappearing into distant memory.

Still, the good thing is that several folks came to collect furniture via Freecycle and went away very happy. So it did us a good turn clearing out and did them a good turn with something they wanted, and even helped the environment with less landfill.

So I’m feeling suitably superior at the moment. It helps.