Ok. I am flapping. Or was. Was flapping.
We still don’t know whether we are selling next Friday (9th). We still haven’t organised storage. We still haven’t booked removals. The kitchen tap is still dripping.
Dh says it’ll be fine. The plumber will call (when?!). Removals are easy (apparently - although I happen to know they charge a deposit and if we cancel within 3 days we lose it) and storage is £145 a month plus £145 deposit. Payable in advance and upfront respectively.
I am flapping. Luckily I’m in bed.
Dh was late home today. Ds and I went to collect him and as we pulled up outside he called to say don’t bother as he had to stay late. Annoyed doesn’t cut it. But hey ho. We went home and he walked. In the cold. Annoyingly he called as soon as we got home with an “are you still outside?” Ffs.
On a positive ds ate* baby porridge for the first time today.
*by ate I mean I gave him the spoon, he mushed it in his hair, up his nose, all over his face, on his hands, all over me, all over his clothes. He did get some in his mouth though and made mmmm noises. So. Cute. But I’ve never seen such a mess in my life!