Doing it ourselves
Well, yesterday we had the first batch of friends round to have a look at the Box Depository, er, house. Went out for a Chinese, ate and drank too much, came back and played with the beloved's new toys and drank more and played games; very pleasant evening.
Today has largely consisted of giving money to the Great God B & Q, as we try to turn the old abode into somewhere which people will give us large sums of money for the privilege of living in, and the new abode into somewhere with fewer quirky weirdnesses. Not that I have a problem with quirky weirdnesses, but when it includes things like dangling light switches and a spiky bush trying to invade the garage, I draw the line.
Tomorrow we definitely must get up earlier as there is a reasonable amount of shopping to do in rather limited shopping hours, and also many jobs which must be done in daylight (such as dealing with that dangling light switch). It's not exactly the most exciting way of spending a weekend but sadly it's necessary; those million and one odd jobs which you always find to do when moving, whether you're moving into a new place or out of the old place - I suppose that means that we have two million and two to do.