2½ weeks to pack up a whole house.
It doesn’t seem such a big job, and indeed it probably wouldn’t be if there weren’t other things which also needed doing during that 2½ weeks. But there’s parenting, schooling (back full-time next week, nogal), riding, Dodgeball, piano and singing.
There’s dog walking, exercise, work, football (on the TV, at least), there’s blogging and there are the daily mundanities of life which still need to be happening alongside the packing up of the whole house.
I’m now at the point where I’m fairly sure that there’s stuff which I won’t need in the intervening 2½ weeks and which I can therefore chuck into in boxes, ready to go. There will be things which I have packed which I will need, but when I realise this, I will just have to curse quietly under my breath and pretend that I can manage without them.
Almost sorted the internet connection for the new place.
Almost sorted the inspection certificates for this place.
Managed my fastest run for a while this morning (still very slow).
Wine shop and bottle store down the road seem to be prepping to reopen.