Breaking news, our 40ft high container has landed and has now been unpacked. Yikes, I had forgotten the work involved. It’s like child birth; we quickly forget the pain and do it all over again. But where was the gas and air?
I won’t rant too much about it, but let me paint you a picture … cracked heels, broken nails, calloused hands and fallen arches. Yes, that was me after seven solid days of hard graft from morning to night.
May I gloat that all was achieved without the help of a maid. I’m still going solo although that may change soon.
Oh, and you guessed it, the husband had to travel ... hmmm.
I should be sleeping like a baby now that the inflatable mattresses have been replaced with our old beloved bed, but no. My ‘missing items’ nightmares have me tossing and turning throughout the night.
I wake up in a frenzy, sneak downstairs and furtively search through boxes and cupboards. It started with our huge, old chest of drawers which, for some reason, I hadn’t spotted at the foot of our bed.
Last night it was my rice casket from Koh Samui – now that was a particularly bad nightmare!
Of course, all the items eventually do turn up, well, apart from the Apple TV Box and the surround-sound speakers but, hey, electronics are electronics. It is our ‘bits an’ bobs’, collected throughout our travels and full of priceless memories, which are irreplaceable. These are the items that make each house a home.
Now, where is that 23kg Buddha’s head from Bali?
