Moving!

Usually, the thought of moving house fills me with dread. It's a hideous process, mostly because my luck with the weather means that it will either be the hottest day of the year, or pouring down (or both, as occurred during one memorable move).

Tomorrow, however, we are moving into our new house, which we've been looking forward to for about three weeks. It was three weeks and one day ago that we moved into our temporary accommodation, and first encountered the Most Uncomfortable Bed Ever. Seriously, this bed is terrible. I don't know if the owners of this place went out of their way to find the worst bed they could, but they certainly succeeded regardless. For starters, it creaks every time either one of us so much as breathes. The mattress has lumps and bumps poking out all over the place, although to be fair I'm now accustomed to the spring that digs into my rib cage. Finally, it's a double bed, which isn't good for two people who are both over 5'10" and don't like to share. We both wake up each morning with bags under our eyes, and accusing the other of having hogged the bed during the night. G also attributes his daily caffeine consumption to the bed, which is fair enough.

Therefore, even if we were moving into an absolute dive, leaving this bed behind would be reason enough to leave.

G has gone to London today for his work Christmas party. I know. Not fair - start work one week, and get flown to London the next week to hobnob at a wholly-catered function, and get put up at a nice hotel. Meanwhile I get to stay here, and pack and clean. The only upside is that I get the whole bed to myself, and will hog it without feeling the least bit guilty.

We're meeting the landlords at the house tomorrow at 12.30 to sign the lease, pay our rent, and get the keys. G will stop by on his way back from the airport, and in a fortunate piece of luck the Airlink Bus stops right outside our house. In further evidence of the excellent bus system here, I can get on the bus right outside our current place and catch it across town at our new place. This is also good, because we'll be moving house by bus. With such a good bus route, there was no justification for catching a cab there.

However, it does mean that I have to take two trips there and back. Although we arrived in Edinburgh with two suitcases and two carry-on bags in total, we've somehow managed to accumulate so much more stuff in three weeks. Today, G took in to work a full suitcase and a couple of bags of shoes, which he will bring home tomorrow evening. I valiantly tried this morning to cram everything else we have into my suitcase and my carry-on bag, in the hope that I might only have to make one journey tomorrow. No dice, unfortunately, so it's buses galore for me!

I'm also trying to eat as much food from the fridge today, so had ten sticks of celery, an apple, and vegemite on toast for lunch, and will boil two eggs for tea. Yum! I also drank the last of the Irn Bru, which was delightful.

Sunday is St Andrew's Day, which is the Scottish equivalent of Australia Day. Consequently, Friday is Wear Your Kilt to Work Day, so hopefully G will encounter many patriotic Scots at work. On Saturday, we saw a man in BHS wearing a kilt as if it was the most normal thing in the world, and it probably was for him. When we were in Germany, we saw many (older) men wearing Lederhosen, although this kilt-wearing gentleman was about thirty years younger. Those crazy Scots.

Much love