We finally moved the Eldest back to Newcastle yesterday, into the new student house she's been paying for since August. We had to leave the Youngest at home. He wouldn't fit in the car. We couldn't squish another single item in there. I travelled the two hour drive with a large box on my knee containing at least 26 plants, 3 pots of pens, makeup brushes, a banana skin (mine) and miscellaneous 'essential items'. I had to sit on 2 fluffy blankets and I had 4 cushions by my feet. And a 4ft shark next to my head. We couldn't even see Jodester in the back seat.
We dumped all her stuff in her new room then legged it to Ikea. (Of course we couldn't buy the shelving units she wanted at the Ikea 10 mins away from home cos there was zero chance of them fitting in my Mini with all her other shizz.) It was Sunday so half the north west also thought Ikea would be a lovely day out. The queue to get in was like Alton Towers. We were starving by the time we made it through the yellow revolving door so we nipped to the restaurant for meatballs. Only nipping doesn't exist any more. We had to book a table for half an hour in the future then use the time to put a load more 'essential items' in our trolley. The restaurant is, of course, no longer the speedy self service experience it used to be. It's now table service only. We waited months for them to bring our order. Then even longer for them to change it when it was all wrong.
Finally left with the furniture and 'essential items' and called at Asda next door to stock up on 'essential foodstuff' for our little angel. Cos we couldn't buy it before we left home. It wouldn't fit in the car.
Anyways. The OtherHalf built the flatpack without swearing and we left her to it.
I miss her already. She's been home for 7 months. The house is quiet without her. Especially at 3am. The kitchen is tidier though. And my food bill has gone down.
See you at Christmas BabyJodie x