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!
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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!
I hope that a cup of tea helped. Keeping calm and carrying on is such a default position these days, is it not. Arthurxxx
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
Ouch! You could do without that. Perhaps a stiff gin and tonic would help to chase the pain away, if not the bruise.
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.
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.
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.
Yes, Lucille, I did. I just thought that there was enough bathos in my blog and didn't want to mention it.....
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
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!!!
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 .
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.
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
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!
Poor you. You must curse prettily and have a gin.
Oh dear, I didn't realise moving was so dangerous!
xxx
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