We Irish have a unique way of expressing ourselves through the spoken word. If you haven’t heard the above expression before I should explain that it refers to something that one might inherit from a parent or grandparent. Personally, I blame my grandmother. My grandparents moved house 13 times. Not a record by any means I’m sure. However, this occurred over an 8 year period, after my grandfather had retired from the County Donegal Railways.
Finally it had come to pass. The dilapidated house was going to be ours and it was time to hand over our house to its new custodians. To prepare for the first night in our rental home where we would stay while building work was carried out, I had packed an overnight bag for each member of the family. Continue reading
The date for moving house was set, again. So it was time to get organised. To set the record straight I never said this was not a stressful business, it is. What I did say was that we (as in my husband and I) tend to convince ourselves that the inevitable stress and anxiety is worth it. There are always unforeseen things that can happen. The move itself however does not necessarily have to be too stressful as there is plenty you can do in advance to help make it go as smoothly as possible. One of the most annoying parts of moving house is making sure that all your mail moves with you. Continue reading
We finally decided to go ahead with a viewing of our house to some prospective purchasers. I had cleaned the house till it gleamed. What started out as a dust and tidy turned into a manic re-organisational spree.
The pictures that have been on the floor for months (make that years) have been hung. Shelves have been de-cluttered, cushions arranged and candles lit. The entire house may not quite have had a feng shui makeover but there is an air of calm and (relative) sophistication. Continue reading