Moving day

Not much energy to blog tonight, friends. I moved house today, so I’m sitting in a new (rented) place, surrounded by boxes, bags and more boxes, trying to figure out where supper’s coming from (I know it’s in a box somewhere – the question is, which box? In which room?)

I’ll try to get back to normal blogging tomorrow, if a heap of boxes doesn’t fall on me and crush me!

Peter

3 comments

  1. Be careful. Moved one time, and when I got to one box several weeks later, there was a missing tuna sandwhich that the movers had wrapped in paper & placed in the box. (Let imagination take over from here . . . )

    B Woodman

  2. Hals und Bein bruch! I'm still living out of boxes, but then I seem to move every two years or so. Just use big markers to label the boxes, so you can read them from far awa'.
    LittleRed1

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