It was with great relief that I carried my full shopping trolley up the stairs at the house this morning. Relief because it marks the last time I’ll be doing it. We are heading to a new house tomorrow, one with no stairs inside or out. For joy!
Of course, I’ll have to make numerous trips up and down the stairs in order to load Max. Not that there’s a lot, since we took loads of stuff to the lock-up yesterday. Still, I won’t need to go for a walk later in the day.
Given the next house is beyond the ICA, I had my final sit down in the cemetery, on my way back this morning. The day was spectacular, if somewhat hot.
I spent quite a bit of time vac’ing splinters of wood up from the weird matting on the terrace at the front of the house. Emma has a habit of chasing and returning thrown bits of wood, which is fine, but she has another habit of chewing them a bit between throws. This means lots of splintered bits of wood everywhere. She does it a lot, so I’d left the cleaning up until today.
And the vacuum cleaner worked a treat. I was well impressed. Oddly enough, the vacuum cleaners have been getting steadily better with each move to new accommodation. Maybe at the next one, the floor will automatically vac itself.
Mirinda has hurt her back, bending over, so she had a lovely relax in the hot tub. Her last hot tub, probably ever. I said she’s going to miss it; she said not enough to get one. We’re also going to miss the TV, as the new house doesn’t have such a thing. This is an unheard of situation. That will be interesting.
For our last supper, I made roast salmon, in order to use up some of the stuff in the fridge.
That looks like a lot of salad, but it was, actually, just enough.
