No matter how often you move, it doesn’t seem to get any easier. Finding places to keep things and then finding them again seems to be incredibly difficult, especially as I have got to that age where I am having to wear my reading glasses round my neck to avoid walking miles trying to find them. (And it still takes me 5 minutes before I remember they are round my neck.)
And when my routine is disturbed I get really frustrated, it would appear. You know how in the morning you have an order for doing things – shower, hair, make-up, coffee, fag (not necessarily in that order) and when you move you have to change the order to fit with the house. For example, in the old rectory I had the luxury of a wash-hand basin in my bedroom but now I have to walk along icon corridor to the bathroom every time I put gunk on my hair or want to brush my teeth, etc. And the stairs! I am rapidly learning that a trip upstairs is always preceded by the thought “What else needs to go upstairs? before I set off.
But today the last kitchen box was emptied and the stuff put away. (Who knew there was so much out-of-date food in my cupboards? – such waste.) I desperately need a dressing table and some sort of storage for towels and linen and old curtains. Fr Kelvin and I have a wish that in future all rectories will have a standard size window and curtain pole/rail. There must be an ideal rectory somewhere! Have you got it?
However, this one is turning out to be just lovely and once I’ve got the storage and net curtains sorted we’ll all be much happier.