One day to go before we move, and there's just time for one more trip to the dump (or "recycling centre" as it prefers to be called.)
The foot spa and the peculiar clip on bath swoosher went on Friday.
The new house has a proper spa bath- I keep imagining us bouncing about on a jet of water like a ping-pong ball at a shooting gallery!
Don't think about it, you won't enjoy the thought.
It's nearly all wood this time- shortish lengths that I was keeping in case they came in useful for something. They recycle that to make chipboard and such. All the good stuff is bundled up and going with us.
I'm finally throwing away the strongest Keyboard stand I've ever seen. We found it in the garage of a house we moved into three moves ago- and apart from using is as a stand for things while I'm spray painting them, it's just been stored under the bench since then.
The thing that niggles at my mind about all this, is that I just know, that although we've been through, and made lots of ruthless decisions about getting rid of stuff, we will be spending considerable time at the new house next week saying, "What on earth did we bring this for?"
Funny, isn't it?
Cheers
Dave