Pincushions

Busy few days. The pre-departure build-up is well and truly underway. Struggling with removals quotes at the moment. Horribly expensive. The removal charge seems really high when I reckon G and I could do it ourselves with a Luton and a lot of tea and chocolate digestives. However, the storage provided by removal firms in their own warehouses is very cheap. Commercial self-storage is about twice the price. And because we don't need access to our stuff while we're away, there's no real benefit over the removal firms' warehouses. So I may as well pay for the removals and get the cheap storage, rather than pay a lot for storage and have to do all the lifting too.

I'm desperately racking my brain and googling like mad to see if I've missed a trick and there's a cheaper, if not easier, way to do the removals and storage thing. Ho hum.

Four injections down and another two to go. Typhoid was definitely the most painful. The first rabies one was scary after my lovely colleagues told me it was an injection into the stomach wall. Seems their info was rather out of date and I worried for nothing. Just a jab in the deltoid and a small circular bruise after all that. Two more of those to go. Although it's a tiny bit painful and somewhat expensive, having access to all this medical care before departure has really made me think how lucky we are in the UK.

In other news, had a lovely weekend with G's mum and dad. Tabi and Sam are coming up on Good Friday for a couple of nights, and G and I are off up to Shropshire to help with some small scale demolition at mum and dad's before the builders arrive after Easter.

Five weeks until moving day. Seven until we leave these shores. Seems like an age, but there's so much happening in between.