Dancing At Lunacy

I remember when I moved to Luxembourg – the enormity of the whole relocating overseas was what I described as like having to eat an elephant. You look at this enormous beast of a zillion different tasks to be completed, and gasp at the staggering size and scariness.

And I found then that the way to eat an elephant was a) cut it into bite sized chunks, and b) eat some elephant every day.

So I’m using the same approach to this house move. I’ve given myself a week transition, which allows the bathroom in the new place to be gutted and replaced. The landlords in my current rental apartment were really co-operative and allowed me to rent week by week until everything was finalised, so that was a huge help.

So. I knew the bathroom refit would be messy – I took possession on Friday and he started work on Saturday. I’m taking daily photos and they’ll be on Flickr. But I reckoned the messiest bit would be done by today, and so I booked a carpet cleaner for this afternoon (before I start bringing in some shiny new furniture). However, bathroom guy still has some messy tasks to do, including plastering, so we decided not to clean the hall/stairs and landing just yet. Carpet cleaner offered to come back next week and do the missing sections.

Bathroom suite arrived today on schedule, and all the sizes seem to be OK. I went to IKEA this afternoon to get bedroom furniture, and arrange delivery. One small snag was that one wardrobe door was out of stock, but I’m hoping that it’ll be back in tomorrow morning, and I can nip over and buy it and add to the delivery bundle for he afternoon. IKEA is delightfully “across the road”, about half a mile a way. I could just push the trolley home you know!

I missed off c) in the above list – expect some delays. Today’s tasks were mostly good, except it was bin day, and I did leave my bin (filled by previous occupants) out in time, but it wasn’t emptied and now it’ll be 2 weeks till next collection. On the phone to the council tomorrow then! And I was a bit disappointed that the carpet cleaning hadn’t totally done away with the marks left by former sofas and beds. But at least I know its clean.

I did manage to catch the recycling bus on its way past, and they gave me a replacement lid for my box and a leaflet setting out what can and cant be recycled. All good stuff!

Right, any good recipes for trunk?

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