But life’s not like that, is it? After a stint away, where I had to rent because you may have noticed the difficulty in getting a mortgage since 2008, I've moved back in. With everything. It’s a bleeding nightmare. Because my tenants were, it transpires, useless morons, they let the back fence and gate fall into disrepair, so I've had to temporarily barricade it up. And because of the same cluelessness they managed to bust the lock on my large lock-up shed, so I've had to break in, then replace the lock, but as the door is damaged (their doing, not mine) it’s not as secure as it used to be. Oh, it’s also full of their trash, of course, which I can’t easily get rid of now… because I had to barricade up the back gate.
So, my enormous stash of tools is in the only obvious place left – piled up in the kitchen. And as I've moved from a three-bed back into a two-bed and in an effort to keep down costs I haven’t rented storage, I now live surrounded by boxes. Boxes of books, boxes of tools, boxes of man-toys and it wouldn't surprise me to discover boxes of boxes. Upstairs, the big bedroom is my new office. Naturally, in order to make space to assemble a necessarily large bookcase in there I had to move all the boxes of books out to the other bedroom, which is almost entirely filled by my bed.
Then I needed some tools some of which, as it happens, I’d left down in Birmingham for the final dismantling of the remaining stuff this week. But I knew where my set of Allen keys was. It was in the kitchen… in a toolbox underneath all the other toolboxes, the tottering pile of which I dismantled to find them. Bookshelf done, boxes unpacked, I then cleared some more boxes from the living room, re-cluttering the temporarily cleared office floor, but at least I’d now made enough space in the living room for my recliner armchair to actually recline once more.
Hmm, what next? I had a brainwave. I’ll mount the bedroom telly on the bedroom wall and pop the digital aerial in the loft to feed it. That's two more things not on the floor. Yay, go me! I’ll need a ladder. Oh yes, behind the pile of tools in the kitchen. My drill was just handy but, calamity, no drill bits (obviously they’re in Birmingham) but just maybe… After twenty minutes of rooting through bloody toolboxes and with no joy I’m suddenly inspired. Of course! I may have a bit in another drill box – I have many drills – and they are just handily here, in the kitchen… underneath all those other boxes.
Ladder, drill, drill bit, up in the loft I go. Ah, now I could use a torch. Where’s the torch [pantomime chorus] “It’s in the kitchen!” [louder] “Underneath the toolboxes!” Oh, how I chuckled under my breath.
So, we’re getting there. I have all basic amenities to hand. In each room I can just about do the thing that room is designed for and bit by bit, as I move stuff around, I get to collapse another box and make a just little bit more space. And now that I've made that space I’m off back to Brum today to clean down the house I’m leaving and bring back another van load of shit to clutter up my world.
Now, where did I put that Radio Times?
I feel a little like Mr Trebus, but I’m getting there. It’s been a moving experience.
LOL, I have lived like this a time or two. We moved 7 times in the same number of years, before the children came along. Now we have been in the same little house for 25 years. I always thought we would be here a few years, and then upgrade, but now that the kids are grown up and gone, it is just right for the two of us and an occaisional guest.ReplyDelete
Good luck with all your treasures
Barb from Canada
Hahaha it sounds like my cellar! Last week the HG discovered that the coal bunker bit had rotten joists. It's a wonder we hadn't done a comedy disappearing act every time we walked in through the front door. To get to the end of the coal bunker bit, many things had to be moved out. Bikes, tools, boxes, spades, plasterboard, sheets of ply, bags of stuff and boxes. The discovery was by the by. So... Instead of doing what he wanted to do, he now found himself having to replace ceiling joists with, because he now could not reach his tools , a bread knife and an axe*! Good job he is a fully qualified time served carpenter/joiner!!ReplyDelete
Good luck for the move xxx
*items carefully chosen for comedy value but an axe was definitely used!
You are a great writer ; ) I loved the "pantomime chorus " bit. LOLReplyDelete
Superb. Had a little stroll along Tong St. Very safe. Using Streetview.ReplyDelete
Is this you? http://goo.gl/maps/ea9bN
Haha! Closer to the city centre,but you're on the right track!Delete