Retrospective 2

The next morning. It had been utterly silent outside throughout the night, and oh, the stars! Now we had to wait for the wagon; it had been delayed because of motorway closure, and wouldn't arrive until late afternoon.

Cards had been waiting for us.

Lizzie brought lovely gifts.

There was lots of space to relax - for some people, at least.

The sun shone.

The television worked (I had bought this and a good deal of bedroom and dining furniture from the vendor) but without any sitting room furniture in place, the true horror of gas and electricity meters was exposed. A job for the handy Lovely Son at some point.

And then the removals wagon arrived....

And suddenly there wasn't any space any more in which to relax. Or sit down, even for a moment.

So little furniture but so many boxes!

The men were horrified at having to leave me with the cliff-face of boxes, but that was what I preferred - I had no idea where much of it was to go, and preferred to have it all left downstairs, to unpack later.

And off they went, reversing with enormous care and skill down the narrow twisting road.

Round the corner....

And away they went. It would be tomorrow before they reached home.

The cats could be allowed out into the cottage now. They are writing their version of events on their own blog here.