Oh my, I don’t think there is not a muscle in my gorgeous body that is not screaming in pain today. So much packing, so little physical fitness.
Yesterday, I reached the level of taking paintings and mirrors from the wall and wrapping them in bubble wrap. Today, will be the last of my sorting in the garage, and I will start on the pantry and our walk in robe.
That should mean that next Saturday I can concentrate on preparing garden pot plants (potted plants for those Americans of a certain persuasion, not POT plants) for transport. I dug out the bird’s nest fern, that my Dad gave me when Mr FD and I moved into our first house, 35 years ago, and sent it over to Daughter1 for the next week or two, for safe keeping. It is my living link to my Dad, and it has survived six house moves so far, this being the 7th! Dad would have loved our new garden, and I am sure the fern will flourish there, as will we.
Considering that all goodwill towards the new buyers has all but boiled away, we will be taking everything and anything from the garden that we want. I doubt if it will be there in a week or two anyway. It all comes back to the tried and true maxim : treat others the way you would like to be treated yourself. We are now treating them the way they have treated us (and their own lawyer it seems, who asked our lawyer if he wanted a new client, as he never wants to deal with the buyer ever again! It is some comfort to know it wasn’t just us!)
Question of the day : what do we say to our neighbours? Do we warn them, and apologise; or say nothing and hope for the best?
[A Wheat Bag is a cotton corduroy bag filled with non-chemically treated Australian whole grain wheat that can be used either hot (heated in a microwave) or cold (stored in the freezer)]