Wet and Tight

No not the name of a new movie but our life today in the UK. We have
not seen the sun since we came home from France and the high was
pushing 60. I think our summer is over and it is still August. Quite
depressing I must say,

We started the move today and our first casualty was a paper cut from
a box for me. Next up-the movers only brought a small van so our idea
of moving the beds today didn't fly. They did bring over everything
they boxed up today-next problem. The stairway here is about as wide
as a door and it has a sharp curve. The girl's big dresser had to be
dismantled to fit and there is no way in hell our wonderfully soft and
thick mattress is going up the stairs. So off to storage it goes.
Since Jason is pretty much gone for the next month-we will make do
with the trundle bed and start shopping for something that will fit up
the stairs.

We also decided that the girls room is too small for 2-they wouldn't
have room to pull out the basket under the bed without hitting the
dressers-so they will move the to 'guest room; and the guest room will
have to be re arranged when ever someone visits to accommodate the
trundle.

Jason was almost the next victim...he nearly fell on his ass on the
tile floor in the conservatory-it is so damp that the floor is
weeping-so I've turned on the heat hoping it will dry out.

Now I am sitting here having a drink, washing my sheets so I can store
them and looking forward to what tomorrow may bring..