La Mudanza

We're moving house. Well, specifically we're moving from flat to house, from Buenos Aires to Lima,  

According to the google and people in bars, Moving House is one of the most stressful things you can experience, which I maintain is a pile of crap. Death, new job, booking flights online... they're more stressful without even thinking about it.

That said, I'm not saying it isn't a monumental pain. You never mention to a mate that you're moving and have them reply: Oh, packing boxes and sorting through piles of important time consuming crap? Count me in! Dust particles behind your retina? Love it. When do you want me there? How's 0830 for you?

Fortunately, Katie's work saved us the most of the hassle by sending strong men with their own boxes to do all the work for us, which was excellent, as even without doing the heavy lifting I am as tired as I have been for a long long time typing this.

But it's cathartic.

So now about everything we own is in boxes in the van below. The furniture goes tomorrow...

.. and so when the strong men left, they left a handful of industrial sized toys - such as giant bubble wrap - that the girls thought would be cracking to play with... We wrapped Maia in it and played house pinball. Quite fun really. For the three of us, anyway. Maia's cries of delight/terror were muffled.

And they also left a series of murder weapons that we found Maia sizing up, possibly in revenge for House Pinball. Nice touch, Men.

Yup. That's a stanley knife, a tape cutter... and a saw.