In to store

The last few days have been very busy, sorting through everything we own, deciding what to take, ship, store, chuck or give away. Today was storage day. At 8.45 the big van pulled up and it took 3 men the best part of 5 hours to wrap, box and pack into 3 large crates almost everything we own. I thought I might be a bit sad about it all, but actually it is nice to know it should be safe in Bedford or wherever it will be living and it will be like Christmas gone crazy whenever we come back and un wrap it all. When I am sure we will wonder why on earth we bothered to store most of it.

Good bye… piles of stuff… shelves of books, lovely sewing box, huge pans, photos of fun places, garage of junk… so long… farewell

Hello huge removal van with 3 empty crates. Actually not so empty in this photo as the top of our dining table seems to already be wedged in.

Hils and I pretended to be packers for a while. Until we were told off for placing plates flat in the box. Apparently the professionals place them on their side, thus reducing the risk of breakage in transit. Now we know. As the packing continued Ant busied himself paying the parking ticket he got after parking his car in front of a one hour parking sign for 2 days in an attempt to sell it. I suspect perhaps the parking fine was greater than the cost of putting an add on line.

All boxed up and ready to go… but ooops the pew doesn't fit in a crate. Apparently this means it gets to spend a couple of years with other oversized furniture. Lucky pew.

Off it all goes… all that remains are the white goods, Ant, me, and by the looks of the photo half a giant Nutella pretzel I bought him to cheer him up.

oh yes… that and a room upstairs that looks like a bomb hit it. Next task is to sort that out before the shippers come on Tuesday.

Here’s to minimalist living.

Paperwork

There seems to be a lot of paperwork involved in deconstructing ones life in the UK. Paperwork and endless hours spent in telephone queues listening to rubbish music.

Myanmar Burma

The countdown is on.

On the 3rd August the 2 of us will be moving to a city with 2 names in a country with 2 names on a contract of 2 years. I thought a map might be a helpful place to start as apparently not everyone knows exactly where this land can be found.

Actually I think the 2 name thing depends on who you are… and perhaps some politics too (which I think wise to steer well clear of here). So, we have bought a one way ticket (yikes) to Yangon, Myanmar… but it is perhaps more commonly referred to as Rangoon, Burma in the UK.

I have not written on this blog for some time, and so some effort on my part may be required to get back into it… especially as I am possibly going to one of the worst places in the world for internet connectivity. However, as I am not on the book of face it seems as good a place as any to jot down any (non politically contentious) rambles and keep anyone who might be vaguely interested up to date with the life and travels of the telford-geers as we head off on our little adventure in the tropics.