Weak as a kitten..

...which is pretty much how I felt after moving back into the house yesterday. I ache where I forgot there were places to ache.

But before I go any further with the tale of woe I must give a big shout to Mr Mover. This man did twice as much work as me and walked away smiling. If you ever need any help to move heis the man to contact; krahintertrade@hotmail.com

It wasn't so much the shifting of boxes, or even more awkward items like the mattress. No, it was the sofa. We'd already worked out some time ago that it wasn't going to fit through the house, so we'd made arrangements to take it across the back gardens from two doors along (where there's a side entrance). This all sounds fine in theory, but our sofa has a solid hardwood base, and is the heaviest item in the south east.

So to get it into the house it had to be lifted above our heads to get through the side alley, pushing it through overhanging branches all the time. This nearly killed me. Then it had to be lifted up again to go over a 5ft fence before being carried across another garden and into ours. The nice thing was that it did fit through our new back doors.

The final touch in all this was that it decided to pour with rain when we came back with our second load, so our beautiful new floor and carpet got grubby straight away.

So now its all in we have to wait a while until Mr Builder catches up with the outstanding work and actually makes the place habitable. We think the middle of next week. I can't wait.