We’ve been having seriously good weather for ducks. Glasgow had well over half its monthly average monthly rainfall in less than 24 hours, and don’t forget that in the west of Scotland we already get plenty of the wet stuff. Stirling was even worse.
I drove through a great big puddle too fast and gubbed the electrics, so we broke down just after we turned onto the M8 on the way home. This was taken with HD’s phone, and is of the car while we waited for the man from the RAC to rescue us. Of course by the time he came the car started, but he dried it out and sprayed it with industrial amounts of WD40 and it got us home OK.
I liked the morning sky colour here.
This clematis is by our front door. It’s going to look lovely in the summer.
This (very zoomed) view is not far from our house. As you can see the hills got a dusting of snow.
Confession: I totally forgot to take a picture on the 24th, so I took a picture of white nothing on the 25th. Whoops!
These carnations are left over from the bouquet I got from my colleagues (see previous photo) (actually they’re still alive a week later on the 30th too!).
I had an interview in the afternoon for a reduced-hours health visiting job, I didn’t get it (though they said I interviewed well), but it did give me the chance to hang around Queen’s Park before it got dark while waiting for HD to finish work. I tried lots of close-ups of the swans, got quite a few pictures I liked. This one had just had its head in the water, hence the dripping.
The best thing about moving house! 🙂
This is our local parish church (which coincidentally has the same name as our church in Glasgow).
This is the best takeaway we’ve had yet here (the Indian and Chinese have been a bit disappointing).
Bit of an epic post here, I remembered my card reader and needed to come back to the flat to send an essay back before going home. I’m here longer than expected as HD was called back into work so I have got pizza, internet and am slobbing out 🙂 No photo for today yet as the camera is back in Stirling, but here’s moving day till yesterday:
I spent much of the day trying to sort out my study. Having already taken a study photo (see below, I think 4th Nov) I thought I’d go a bit more abstract, this is the edge of the lightshade.
Where I posted the last blog entry from – the living room of the Glasgow flat, with no furniture so it was a bit echoey!
Hanging on – this is by our front door in Stirling, refusing to give up.
This was also left by the previous owners: giant yucca.
A most welcome housemoving gift from a friend in Glasgow.
A most welcome housemoving gift from colleagues in Glasgow (emerging theme? What emerging theme?).
Another housemoving gift from my lovely colleagues.
Early morning mist from the front garden.
Dusk at the end of the road.
One corner of the study, getting there slowly.
At the end of a very exhausting moving day. Every last nook and cranny was full of Stuff.
So, we took a carful of stuff over to the new house today (we have a new house, hooray etc) and found, much to our surprise, that the vendors left a whole heap of stuff. They rented the house out to students for several years, so the furniture they left was presumably bought specifically for that rather than being anything they were particularly fond of or attached to, but we certainly weren’t expecting anything other than the white goods in the kitchen. Stuff included a double bed, 2 single beds, I don’t know how many single mattresses, 2 desks, 2 armchairs, huge corner sofa, lots of cushions, giant yucca plant, microwave, slow cooker, chest of drawers, wardrobe, bookshelves – we’ll keep some of the stuff but am hoping that a local charity can take the bulk of it (the local Churches Together seem to support a homeless charity providing stuff for people being rehoused), and will freecycle the rest. This was one of the more, er, unusual items left behind – he is over 6ft tall and will be the first to be freecycled!
I was pleased with the full length mirror they left behind, it makes me look ever so slim! Definitely keeping that.
I’m very thankful to report that all appears to be well on the house front, and we got the keys today. We go over there tomorrow for the first time since making our offer, to take some stuff over we don’t want to go in the removal van. I’m not going to even think about what still needs doing! This picture is from Central Station, on my way home from picking up the keys 🙂
Whatever could this be?
I figured there haven’t been enough photos of boxes on this blog recently.
I find this view really calming.
I know I’ve got a PhD, but putting these boxes together was beyond me!
This moving house business is starting to get a bit real now. Eep.
This book will (hopefully) help us stay organised over the next month as we count down to moving house. We intend to write everything in it we have to do so that – in theory anyway – we don’t forget anything important. I haven’t yet dared write in it, as I am a bit worried that the list will get a bit out of hand. Am somewhat in denial.
I have been away the last few days helping HD to pack up his stuff in readiness for moving it all into the Stately Pile. Well, I say moving it all – some is now in the Stately Pile, and much of the rest (along with some of my stuff too) is now in storage. HD is a man of very many talents, but it transpires that timely packing isn’t one of them. Fortunately his brother-in-law was also on hand to help, and he drove us up to Scotland yesterday in a very big truck (and sang Flower of Scotland (or at least the first phrase as that’s the only bit he knew) very loudly as we crossed the border).
Anyway – no more trips to Newport for me! It felt a bit weird leaving the old house for the last time. I won’t miss Newport on a Saturday night though (although Glasgow is more than capable of providing all the white stiletto drunkenness you can imagine, Newport certainly doesn’t have the monopoly).
I have alluded to some not very good news this week – basically the new job that HD was due to start tomorrow in Scotland has fallen through. He did say that a number of interesting jobs in his field are being advertised (over the summer when he was looking there were virtually none), so this coming week is going to see lots of CV-sending and agency-contacting activity. It’s really stressful, not to mention very crap indeed [some details edited – probably all Too Much Information].
What isn’t crap though is that in 5 weeks and 6 days’ time we will be in the middle of our wedding 😀
I’m not in Wales after all. I will be tomorrow, but due to a combination of insomnia, incompetence and procrastination I decided that driving such a long way today was a bad idea. So instead I am packing stuff up for storage (ie the stuff I should have done yesterday but was too tired having got up really early having not got round to reading course material earlier in time for teaching yesterday) (are you following so far?).
I hate packing. Gah. Though I have just dropped off a couple of bags of stuff to the charity shop so am feeling vaguely virtuous.