We’re in!

May 20, 2017 at 7:45 pm Leave a comment

Well we are in! We have moved. We are tenants no more. We are landowners again (well, we have a wrap-around garden at least) and, more importantly, we are home owners. Home. A place to put down new roots. A place to grow. A place to share and to entertain.

The removal guys were great – punctual, polite, accommodating, hard-working, considerate, and, above all, patient. There were a couple of heavy items that they lugged all the way from the bottom of the garden, up to the house only to be ushered back by the Director, C, sending said object back to the bottom of the garden and up to the “man cave” above the “car barn” (you don’t have garages in Surrey but open barns with space above where the cars are parked). And, despite the heavy showers they were gone by mid-afternoon, leaving C and I as happy as pigs in sh*t and surrounded by boxes, and boxes, and boxes. And boxes.

But it was knackering. There was a lot of standing around. So, much that my knees are aching today. Just from standing around.

And, it has not been without frustrations. Indeed, my first task upon arrival was to remove the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. Without which neither of the beds nor wardrobes would have gone up the stairs. As I do not possess a hand saw (and even if I did I would not have been able to find it) my task involved befriending Kevin, the foreman at the building site across the lane (they are converting barns). Kevin is a burly but jovial guy who was up to his waist in mud and unmentionables but was gracious enough to provide me with a quick lesson in the use of a circular hand saw and the job was done. It was not the neatest of carpentry but got the job done!

Other than that my major contribution of day one was heading to Cranleigh for fish and chips at about 5pm – the first thing C and I had eaten all day (apart from the bag of Quavers I snaffled after a trip to the petrol station).

The major frustration was, predictably, technological. The TV. I spent hours untangling the various cables and leads left by our sellers and pouring over the manuals for the new BT Smart Hub and BT TV box. I managed to get wifi working (result!) but was unable to get terrestrial TV. It turns out that the vendors had omitted to mention that there was no TV aerial- C is already on the case. They also forgot to mention that the en suite shower cold water tap doesn’t work and that there was no plug in the bath. The latter was particularly annoying as I was looking forward to soaking my aching knees in my first bath for a year (the one in Shere was too small).

But, we will forgive them these slight omissions because they have given us a home. A home of our own.


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The joy of moving home…. Arise Little England….

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