As a kid growing up I was the happy go lucky child, nothing phased me – some might even say I was too lazy to get wound up about anything – I think I must be getting old because this move has me completely and utterly freaked out. You know you’re desperate when sites like this start to look appealing.
We have officially moved in – we have no curtains, the kitchen isn’t finished yet, we have one working shower (plus side, we do have two working toilets), we have about a gazillion boxes and still more stuff in Kommetjie and I forgot our mattress is a queen and bought everything for a king size bed. I’m unravelling as I write this.
A lot has happened over the last few days, Wouter finished installing the stove plates…
We also had to burgle the house again – my fault this time. I’ve given my keys to my mother so that she can help Jessica move her stuff – and Wouter gave me his keys to open up with, I then put them down somewhere and promptly forgot about them – so off we went to shift stuff from Kommetjie only to get to FH and realise we (I) hadn’t remembered the keys. Fortunately I’d left a window open in Jessica’s room – bit scary to think how easy it was to unscrew the burglar bars.
Wouter putting them back on.
We also shifted the kids beds and fridge – with a little help from Frank.
It’s remarkably disgusting how much dust is in this little place of mine – we had to take the vacuum cleaner to the fridge.
However despite the total chaos and disarray – we still managed in typical South African style – to have a braai as our first meal in our new home, and damn fine it was too.
