Something Nasty in the Wood Shed

Couldn't get that song out of my head all day.

Moving day 1: Mr B took the kids to our friends in Castres first thing, then picked up the hire van. He and our friend from Castres moved all the heavy furniture and, despite some near injuries, all seemed to go ok. I'm glossing over the moment when Mr B found reverse instead of first gear and almost brought the van right into the living room through the glass doors.

After a fabulous cassoulet imported from Castres, we were all a bit slow to get back to the lifting and packing, but did in the end and made sure to work our friend right up until the last minute when he had to head home to take his son out to the rugby. We carried on packing the van and managed one more load before the darkness and overwhelming fog stopped play. (Foggy without break since Thursday morning - I'm a bit over it now.)

Tonight brings our (hopefully) last night in the rental house, then a couple more van loads tomorrow morning. Now, still full of lunch-time cassoulet, and with half a bottle of wine to finish to ease the packing burden tomorrow, there's little to do but relax (on two outdoor chairs) and watch the telly. An early night for our aching muscles, I think.