The best laid plans.
The removal men were booked for 7.00am today.
But it has been raining overnight. Rain of quite biblical proportions.
So seven o clock rolled along and they came, they saw, and then they left again. I am presently sitting on a bare mattress, its companion sheets stuffed somewhere in one of a million anonymous boxes, unlocatable.
We will try again tomorrow. And if the heavens have not yet emptied themselves utterly, we might have to try making one of these
out of these
There’s bound to be a utube video to show us how.
Pimp My Bricks 
April 18, 2012 at 10:31 am
As we say in the South: “Bless your sweet little heart.” The rain will end and you will find more treasures.
April 18, 2012 at 1:12 pm
My little heart thanks you Liz, for your optimism, and hopes you’re right. (I’m absolutely sure you are).
April 18, 2012 at 12:11 pm
The animals went two by two. So lets hope the second day is fine.
A bit wet as a comment.
April 18, 2012 at 1:11 pm
I shall have that song on my noggin all night now!
April 18, 2012 at 12:33 pm
Here is a really good opportunity to sit on your mattress and comtemplate life, the move, the future, the past. And if you can find a bottle and pour yourself a drink some mighty fine “thinking” can be achieved. Good luck tomorrow, I think the forecast is hail.
April 18, 2012 at 1:10 pm
Yep, and thunderbolts too, hurld headlong from th’ethereal skie, with hideouse ruin and combustion down to bottomless perdition. But while I’m waiting for that I’m eating almonds on the bed and thinking, and pottering about with a paintbrush dobbing bits of missing paint on the walls.
April 18, 2012 at 12:34 pm
I’ll send out the doves. That should do the trick. xx
April 18, 2012 at 1:02 pm
Good plan Batmod. That’ll do it. X
April 18, 2012 at 4:22 pm
How frustrating…hope you have better luck today. What’s the silver lining to the cloud?
April 18, 2012 at 5:11 pm
THanks Ruth. The silver lining was the tempestuous sea just down the road which, had the move gone ahead, would not have been down the road being tempestuous.
April 19, 2012 at 2:58 am
Tempests of any kind are intriguing, and weather changes are quite emotive aren’t they. Rain, associated with sadness for some reason, can actually be so restorative and the electricity of a storm can be very exciting. You posted on my blog. I can’t reply being a newbie on a mac. But thanks for the kind comments. I love your blog, being fascinated by houses, buildings (old) and renovation. Have you read Spitalfields Life? All about old London. Right up your alley!
April 20, 2012 at 10:43 am
I’m a Mac newbie too – the syling is beautiful but the terrain alien.
And I have found Spitalfields Life and love it!
May 18, 2012 at 6:37 pm
one begins to wonder what has happened to you, are you still sitting on the unmade bed, waiting for the tempest to stop so the removal men can do their worst, or has some other calamity occurred. The non-blogging is worrysome.
May 18, 2012 at 9:35 pm
Hey Rosa, how lovely to find your message. Thank you. And good timing too. I have been girding my loins to bash a post out. It’s been a looooooooong process, this moving business, and I’ve been ill, but things are levelling out and I shall get all verbose again.