Friday, 24 June 2011

Dangerous occupation


Flossie and I are packing, albeit in a desultory fashion with lots of self-distraction (cups of tea, phone calls, emails, 'net surfing) and have tackled my generously-stuffed baking cupboard. But I've stopped now, for another cup of tea and a little sulk.

A rack of heavy baking trays fell out onto my nose and cheek, and I cracked my head on the corner of the cupboard door while picking them up. I'm nursing a lump on my head and watching to see if a black eye develops. And now I notice that the brown sticky tape that holds the packing boxes together slowly unsticks itself after a few days and waves about in the most insolent manner.

I've decided that I hate packing. And there is still so much to do!

17 comments:

Anne said...

I know, packing is such a clart on (you won't here that often when you leave here!) but just think, the next time you see all that lovely stuff will be in your dream home!

Arthur Ransome said...

I hope that a cup of tea helped. Keeping calm and carrying on is such a default position these days, is it not. Arthurxxx

flwrjane said...

OMG, Rachel, no need for disfigurement here. I don't know how you find the zen in packing, but I hope you can get there.

xoxo jane

jabblog said...

Ouch! You could do without that. Perhaps a stiff gin and tonic would help to chase the pain away, if not the bruise.

Fran said...

I never pack anything. My husband just unpacks it all and does it again, properly, if I do. Hope the baking tray injury isn't too serious.

judy in ky said...

Oh, how awful for you! I hope you don't get a black eye. It's no fun packing up your life. What a bother. I hope things look up for you.

Lucille said...

I hope you didn't jolt your back when you banged your head. I have been regularly concussed on a large beam recently. This explains much.

rachel said...

Yes, Lucille, I did. I just thought that there was enough bathos in my blog and didn't want to mention it.....

Anonymous said...

Oh dear, poor you! Give a a good rub (as my granny used to say) or take a paracetamol (doctor son's usual recommendation for a cure-it-all).

Isabellanonymous

the veg artist said...

I wouldn't be sulking at this stage. I'd be sitting in the corner sobbing in frustration! When even packing tape lets you down - well!!!

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Swearing helps , as does the application of a cold cloth to the injury .
The sticky tape's creeping fatigue is uncalled for , though . I hope you talked to it firmly .
And then had some comforting soup .

June said...

I don't know that I could pack and move again in my life. The last time almost killed me. You have my complete sympathy.

Mary Ann said...
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knutty knitter said...

I knew there was a reason I don't use tape much :) As for accidents - yes! Been there done that. More often shins in my case.

viv in nz

Around My Kitchen Table said...

My mother's cure-all was always Germolene and my father's, neat iodine - God, did that sting! He was a farmer and used it on the animals and I guess he thought if it was good enough for them then it was good enough for his kids!

mise said...

Poor you. You must curse prettily and have a gin.

Lyn said...

Oh dear, I didn't realise moving was so dangerous!
xxx

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