her very own garden with flower beds to dig up, families of lizards to traumatise and a resident hadida to greet every morning with the rather alarming yapping concerto that only a pavement special can make. Her owners are also rather proud to report that they no longer live in a loft apartment where storage tetris is a necessity, but have moved into a house with not one, but two spare rooms, which makes deciding where to store the Christmas tree a question of preference rather than necessity.
After six years in the apartment that facilitated turning the boy next door into my husband, saw two rocking chairs, a double bed and a secondhand washing machine become a fully furnished home, and taught me how to sleep through just about anything (including the downstairs neighbor's obsession with beating her laundry into submission at 5am every morning), The Winderleys have adapted rather easily to a new address.
It took 72 hours, 30-something boxes, a 5-ton truck and strategic doses of red wine to get the job done, not to mention friends and family pitching in just in time to save me from getting sidetracked by the strangely satisfying need to pop bubble wrap, but the move went pretty smoothly. From scullery to linen cupboard, from study (yes, study!) to surround sound, from coffee table books placed at just the right angle to the garden that no longer looks like a jungle, not only have we survived the move but it feels like we've lived in the house for far longer than just 2 weeks.
It should be mentioned that by 5pm on day one hubby had the TV lounge all set up – HD PVR, speakers, sub woofer, couch, lamps, plasma stand and even an ice cold refreshment in a 'man glass' perched on the coffee table – in time to collapse on the couch, under a fluffy blanket and watch the rugby. It was quite impressive, über stereotypical and only overshadowed by the speed at which I unpacked the wine glasses, decanter and set up the wine rack. I'm sure a therapist would have a field day with the last few lines.
If my most recent retail therapy episode is anything to go by – I spent 2 hours in Design Quarter buying towels and bathroom necessities – my inner housewife is making a comeback. Going from one bathroom to four opened up a treasure chest of shopping possibilities... from the most basic of purchases (toilet brushes) to the most indulgent (amazingly fluffy, ridiculously large bath sheets) no task seemed mundane. I am fully prepared for the Saturday morning when I opt for a Continental Linen SALE over Marion & Lindie's seasonal clearance. 'Cos (and even I'm a bit disturbed by my typing this) why buy a new pair of boots when you can buy a toilet roll holder from Country Living?
After six years in the apartment that facilitated turning the boy next door into my husband, saw two rocking chairs, a double bed and a secondhand washing machine become a fully furnished home, and taught me how to sleep through just about anything (including the downstairs neighbor's obsession with beating her laundry into submission at 5am every morning), The Winderleys have adapted rather easily to a new address.
It took 72 hours, 30-something boxes, a 5-ton truck and strategic doses of red wine to get the job done, not to mention friends and family pitching in just in time to save me from getting sidetracked by the strangely satisfying need to pop bubble wrap, but the move went pretty smoothly. From scullery to linen cupboard, from study (yes, study!) to surround sound, from coffee table books placed at just the right angle to the garden that no longer looks like a jungle, not only have we survived the move but it feels like we've lived in the house for far longer than just 2 weeks.
It should be mentioned that by 5pm on day one hubby had the TV lounge all set up – HD PVR, speakers, sub woofer, couch, lamps, plasma stand and even an ice cold refreshment in a 'man glass' perched on the coffee table – in time to collapse on the couch, under a fluffy blanket and watch the rugby. It was quite impressive, über stereotypical and only overshadowed by the speed at which I unpacked the wine glasses, decanter and set up the wine rack. I'm sure a therapist would have a field day with the last few lines.
If my most recent retail therapy episode is anything to go by – I spent 2 hours in Design Quarter buying towels and bathroom necessities – my inner housewife is making a comeback. Going from one bathroom to four opened up a treasure chest of shopping possibilities... from the most basic of purchases (toilet brushes) to the most indulgent (amazingly fluffy, ridiculously large bath sheets) no task seemed mundane. I am fully prepared for the Saturday morning when I opt for a Continental Linen SALE over Marion & Lindie's seasonal clearance. 'Cos (and even I'm a bit disturbed by my typing this) why buy a new pair of boots when you can buy a toilet roll holder from Country Living?
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