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Looooooooooooong day yesterday.
It was the big house move, only I haven't really moved at all because I've been at my Dad's all week anyway, so I just got to clean the house from top to bottom in preparation for my mother. Fourteen rooms, guys. Plus the hall, both landings and the staircase. Bah.
I got to thinking that moving house would be so much simpler if only everyone would do as they were told. I asked my brother to hoover downstairs and he did some kind of magic man-hoovering, the kind where you can't tell the difference afterward. Then he did some man-sweeping on the landing too. And my Dad doesn't seem to realise that when you move house, you're supposed to take all your stuff away, even if the person moving in is your ex-wife, and your children are around to sort things out. He just kept going: "Oh, your mother can do what she likes with that", and I kept telling him that she didn't want all of his junk, but apparently he sees it as my role to sort all that out.
Mum was at the other house sorting stuff out there, and I started to really wish that she would arrive so that we could be bossy and crabby together.
Having said that, it was a nice evening because the neighbours invited us to a barbecue, which was lovely. Plus, Gildy fans, he has turned up again! He's grown quite big now, too. We still haven't moved Sunny down, because he evaded capture twice, but we might be going back up for him today. I dare say Mum would be glad to see the back of him, since it's her who has to clean up all his mess on a regular basis, while my stepdad just hugs him and says "he can't help it; he's sick!". She really hates that cat. I think it's partly because we got him when he was already grown up - we had Kitty from a tiny kitten and she knew how to behave properly, but Sunny is just naughty and horrible most of the time.
Russia soon! Yay!
It was the big house move, only I haven't really moved at all because I've been at my Dad's all week anyway, so I just got to clean the house from top to bottom in preparation for my mother. Fourteen rooms, guys. Plus the hall, both landings and the staircase. Bah.
I got to thinking that moving house would be so much simpler if only everyone would do as they were told. I asked my brother to hoover downstairs and he did some kind of magic man-hoovering, the kind where you can't tell the difference afterward. Then he did some man-sweeping on the landing too. And my Dad doesn't seem to realise that when you move house, you're supposed to take all your stuff away, even if the person moving in is your ex-wife, and your children are around to sort things out. He just kept going: "Oh, your mother can do what she likes with that", and I kept telling him that she didn't want all of his junk, but apparently he sees it as my role to sort all that out.
Mum was at the other house sorting stuff out there, and I started to really wish that she would arrive so that we could be bossy and crabby together.
Having said that, it was a nice evening because the neighbours invited us to a barbecue, which was lovely. Plus, Gildy fans, he has turned up again! He's grown quite big now, too. We still haven't moved Sunny down, because he evaded capture twice, but we might be going back up for him today. I dare say Mum would be glad to see the back of him, since it's her who has to clean up all his mess on a regular basis, while my stepdad just hugs him and says "he can't help it; he's sick!". She really hates that cat. I think it's partly because we got him when he was already grown up - we had Kitty from a tiny kitten and she knew how to behave properly, but Sunny is just naughty and horrible most of the time.
Russia soon! Yay!
