The fair has come to town

I really thought that once we had moved, we would be settling down into a relaxed, older person lifestyle. I thought that with the last year over, the fortnightly journeys to the New Forest for the preparation for sale of Mum's house, the sale itself; the preparation and doing for the sale of ours, the packing up of 36 years, the goodbyes, and then the actual move, my life would be more sedate and less 'stuff to do'.

How wrong can you be?! Having said goodbye to the girls the day before, we promised ourselves a day out in Rye on Friday. Before we left, we wanted to move the bed in our room. We had bought the wardrobes from the previous owners and just put the bed where they had had theirs when we moved. I wanted it at the other end of the room, and when we discovered that the Dressing Table was actually a plank of (great matching) wood on top of the two small cabinets, I was determined to do the move and buy a proper table.

So before we left, we moved the bed. It looked great, so Mr Lala set about putting extension lead on TV while I did the housekeeping bits and then we (I so wish we hadn't) decided to move the wardrobes too, into a better position. OMG! They were bolted together, nailed to the wall, backs held on with strange brackets (clearly a DiY job) and once we moved the very very heavy units into their new position, we discovered that the section of wall now exposed had no wallpaper on it!

So the one hour small job turned into a four hour marathon, no trip to Rye and a wall to wallpaper ( still to do! ) Thank goodness they had left the rest of the roll in the garage. Mr Lala working today ( we really didn't plan my leave well) and tomorrow and son #2 and his partner coming tomorrow to stay a few days.

Hoping to get to Rye on Wednesday!

As we walked the dog in the evening, we saw that a small fair had come to town for the weekend. Mr Lala wouldn't let me in to buy some candy floss!