Starting small

There is much excitement in the house at the moment as we all cross our fingers and wait on an important phone call. We may finally be about to receive the offer of a council house. Please cross your fingers for us.

It does mean however the threat of packing is looming, and there's no time like the present so I'm starting now by decluttering and packing away things we won't miss for a few weeks. 

Job 1 is a small bookcase in my bedroom. I'm taking it one shelf at a time as I'm a still very much recovering. If I can do a shelf or cupboard a day though then we'll soon be miles ahead though. 

So far I have filled a carrier bag with knitting and crochet patterns I no longer needed, rediscovered the hilarious Mum and Dad ladybird books and found a book I haven't read yet. I hope it's as funny as his shows, I'm going to start reading it in the bath shortly. I'

 Just waiting for a storm to pass. I'm a bit of a wuss with thunder. 

 I watched an old rerun of The Moaning of life yesterday while feeding Baby W, I do love Karl's sense of humour. Poor Baby W Startled a few times when I burst out giggling.

Anyone else enjoy his programs?

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