This is it.
Last day to finish up at the old chez moi.
Here’s a question….
How come when The Husband moved into our old place it wasn’t clean, and our new house wasn’t cleaned for us, but I have to spend a day cleaning the old place to leave it clean for the new tenants?
I think I’m getting Frenched.
(Frenched is my new term, ie; I’m being Frenched over, or my favorite; French you.)
So here we are…
The garden at the new house has been tamed (tamed, not finished). 99% of our stuff has been moved. But that 99% of our stuff is everywhere. I was trying to move everything in a calm and organized manner, but the thing about moving down the road, organization goes out the window. Since you don’t have to pack for a long haul journey, everything is pretty much thrown into handbags and shopping bags and then dumped.
And now after sleeping at the new place, I’m back at the old place with my coffee (it’s 5am) and Fifty to get finished and say goodbye to the internet.
(Poor Fifty, he’s very confused at the moment.)
Because sometimes French companies are less than efficient, I will be without my friend WiFi for the next two weeks until it’s setup at the new place.
No internet. No blog. No Facebook. No contact with the outside world. No Real Housewives of New Jersey.