Empty House

It's done. Well, mostly. The removal men came today, emptied all the cupboards and wardrobes, filled boxes and a big lorry, and generally created havoc. They are going to come back in the morning to take the rest, but it already feels totally different, a house, not a home.

I'm now sitting on the sofa, drinking champange out of a tea cup, eating a kebab with the one remaining little spoon (the same spoon I used earler to eat one of Max's pots of green risotto). There's no light, except that coming of the telly and the PC, nothing to eat for breakfast tomorrow morning, not a single tea bag in the house, though I do have one of Max's towels for after the shower (without any smellies). Lovely ;-)

It feels a bit sad, leaving this house, after living here for nearly 14 years. It's changed a lot, in the process got a lovely kitchen and a very nice bathroom, new wooden floors, new carpets, much new furniture, and many licks of paint. It's seen a big and certainly one of the most important parts of my life, including that momentous day when Max arrived and took over. And it will feel strange to leave it behind, and know that I'm not coming back again, at least not to stay. Hmph. Sniff.

Mind you, I am getting rather excited about our new house in Germany. Big rooms, a cellar, two garages, brilliant! And a nice lake to go swimming in less than a mile away. As far as I am concernd, summer can come.