When a house becomes a Manse

Day four in the Manse and here I sit drinking coffee and eating pastries (do iced finger buns count as pastries?) watching BBC News, filling out paperwork (new address stuff) and listening to a guy called Steve cleaning our carpets.

Anyway as promised here comes the Epic (I do like that word) story of moving in to my study. To begin with the room was full of not just study stuff but also boxes for every other room in the house and two homeless wardrobes (Ikea's finest, £50 each).

After a lot of these boxes had been, shall we say, reallocated (I stuck them in the hall, bedroom and living room), I set about populating my bookcase. This went very smoothly (warning bells), so I brought the desk down from upstairs and positioned it next to the book case, it fitted like a dream. I set up my computer on the desk and plugged it in...............and nothing. It was an old dead socket, the live ones being on the other side of the room.

*Sigh*

The desk needed to be on the other side of the room but sadly the homeless wardrobes had set up camp there. At least one of them needed evicting to the other side of the room. This I did (all on my own because I am strong like Ox!). Then Becca pointed out (quite rightly) that the office furniture should all be on the same side and the two wardrobe nomads needed to be together (because apparently they are like Guinea Pigs and need to live in groups). In order to do this I had to empty my lovingly and carefully filled book case and then move it to its new home directly opposite its original place. Then refilled it. Next, move the wardrobe. I lifted the bottom of the wardrobe a little to begin moving it and CRACK! The back leg broke off and I'm left supporting a heavy wardrobe that thinks its a milking stool.

After some assistance from Becca I was able to lay the wardrobe down and with a longer screw and some washers, I reattached the leg. Post leg saving operation the wardrobe was re-situated next to its partner.

It is then that I realise that at some point a sofa bed will also need to fit in here and the desk and bookcase are in the wrong place to allow for that. The desk gets dragged to the other end of the wall and the bookcase is emptied and moved and refilled to be next to it.

Then I bring down one of the little bookcases from upstairs and shock horror........this went fine. But then I noticed that there would not be enough space for all the office bookcases from upstairs (Soon to be the boys room) so "our" bookcase currently containing my books needs to be emptied and stuck in the big shed (now known as the garage) and the big bookcase from upstairs needs bringing down.

As I began to move the big bookcase it decided it didn't like this and fell apart. A leg came off, the back came off and the whole thing began to collapse. But after some more triage carpentry the bookcase was stable enough to be moved. Oh Bother!!! The little one in the study was not the one which matched the big one. So switch and refill all bookcases.

Books don't all fit......
Sit on the floor and cry......
Say "Sod it!" and go and watch Toy Story 3


Like I said. EPIC!

Comments

  1. Amazing story. You are right - an epic. There has to be at least 1 sermon / epilogue in there somewhere surely?

    Jannine

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  2. OK I'm smiling at your misfortune whilst remembering our move last year. Not quite as frustrating but it had its moments.

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  3. I'm glad you can both find the silver lining in my pain :P

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