Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Moving Day




Finally the house we wanted came on the market. It's a bit close to the town as you can see and is a flood risk, but one can't have everything. I'd love to have you all over for the weekend housewarming, but we're pushed for beds.

Idle is up to his ochsters in dust, boxes, spirit bottles less than a quarter full, ties he had forgotten about (some collectors' items from Hong Kong with appalling photographs on the inside of the wide bottom bit, as it were), and wardrobes full of clothes that he last managed to squeeze into a decade ago. Will any be thrown away? No. When the grim reaper starts clearing his throat I can see myself losing a few stone like my poor old Pater is suffering right now, and I want to avoid the mournful late-dotage look of a decrepit old gentleman in a collar four sizes too big for his shrunken neck. Same goes for kilt jackets, tennis shorts, lurid summer holiday trousers and cricket sweaters. I have unearthed a splendid collection of trouser braces that are a legacy of the 1980s City look. No, none of it will be binned; Lady Idle raises the eyebrow and curls the lip almost invisibly, but just enough to spell imminent danger and withdrawal of privileges. It is a risk that has to be run, however.

Three days after touchdown in the new gaff, we are off to the highlands to help them with their wildlife problem in the rivers and moors. Planned months ago, nothing one could do. Hurrah!

Enjoy the summer.



15 comments:

Scrobs... said...

Ahem; far be it for me to comment, but the picture of Turrets D'Idle doesn't actually appear!

This must doubtless be due to the hurried empackment of the family PC/Ipad/Laptop etc, and of course, we'll see resumed service at a latter date, just before we arrive with more bottles and a large takeaway from Fortnums...

Hope it all goes well for you all anyway! Exciting times, and I'll drink to your good fortune!

Bon Voyage!

idle said...

Thank you, Scrobs. I hope never to move again. Word will reach you, no doubt, of where we ended up. If you are driving West on the 272 you should stop for a noggin.

Thud said...

Enjoy the trip and repost the pic.

Electro-Kevin said...

Funnily enough we've moved into a much bigger house but had nowhere to put our things.

Flummoxed if I know how that happened.

Things were so tightly packed in the old gaff that it all inflated when we took it out.

Elby the Beserk said...

Good stuff Idle and we look forward to seeing the photo. We are hugely happy in new abode; our intent was that we would never move again, and that has been very much reinforced by our first three months here.

We see ND & Jane here in a couple of weeks, and will take them down to the Talbot Inn for food and drink - said Inn does the best Roast Beef I have ever had in a pub by a very long streak - do come and eat with us when you have recovered!

http://www.talbotinn.com/

EK - we are the same, still stuff all over the place in a much bigger house, still boxes of books and who knows what hidden away. But we've done lots in the garden! Currently too hot to garden so I have no choice but to watch the cricket.

"'Ardships", as my old mum used to say, " - you don't know the half of it" :-)

idle said...

Are you all telling me the picture still isn't showing?

Elby the Beserk said...

Yup! No photo! Must try harder :-)

Elby the Beserk said...

That's more like it!

Electro-Kevin said...

Elby - I guess that a bigger house does not necessarily mean more storage space. The new one is modern, open plan in style and a bit minimalist.

Luckily the loft is absolutely huge and is already boarded out. We have a garage/workshop and I've managed to hang a lot of kit from the ceiling in there.

Ebayed the kayak.

To think. In the old semi we had room to put all of that and have a punch bag hanging in its own room.

Electro-Kevin said...

...the removal men couldn't believe it. We paid them £400 for three trucks with three men. A bargain. We could not have done it as a mates thing. (They certainly wouldn't be mates after that)

Mainly outdoorsy gear if you're wondering.

Anonymous said...

Blimey! I'm sure if I appened by some chap in tails would hand me a pinny and ask me for references. Mowing the lawn would be fun. Hope you have fun crawling on your belly after beasties in the trossachs. We had a sublime summer hol, me mostly sipping mojitos on a white plastic sunbed by a lovely pool in the sun. Scorchio!

Said Pip

Oggles said...

Elby, as a matter of record Idle's brother courted his wife at your Talbot Inn. We ate stratospherically high rabbit and didn't complain.

Bill Quango MP said...

Bit pokey, Idle?

Elby the Beserk said...

We are yet to meet Idle's brother, but must do so. We gather he has a rather fine band. The pub has changed hands in the past year - it has been boutiqued up a bit, but that said, the food is excellent, the roast beef I had there done to rare perfection, and the best roast beef I have ever eaten in a pub by a long streak. And they have a very pleasant scrumpy in Burrow Hill which slides down to perfection. Happily, we are just two minutes gentle stroll away from said hostelry, and ate there on Monday with Mr. Drew of City Unslickers and his good lady.

lilith said...

This is very good news Idle. Have you room for the carpet?