Jack makes on time again – – –

I hate any kind of changes in routine and particularly moving house, which Wendy and I have done five times now. But almost as bad is moving rooms – I mean changing the use of rooms with the attendant moving of furniture.

In all the houses we’ve lived in it’s usually taken until we were almost ready to move again before we finally had things set up as we liked.

So to last weekend –

For a variety of reasons, we decided to make the ‘ceilidh’ room our bedroom and that meant moving our big old and bulky bed down our narrow staircase. Luckily two good (and young and fit) friends were staying over the weekend. So following a musical evening in the ceilidh room on Saturday, Sunday was spent maneuvering everything down. Although we were able to get the mattress bent enough to push and pull it down the stair, the headboard and footboard had to go out to a small upstairs landing and be lowered down over the rail. Something we could never have done on our own.

Getting the mattress down involved Wendy and the other Wendy losing themselves inside it while Doug shouted “push, push!” as if the stair was the birth canal!

After everything was down and assembled we were astonished how great the room looked. This shouldn’t have surprised us as it’s been the continuing story of the last 25 years!

Of course there are knock-on effects to what was our bedroom and is now Wendy’s work space and our movie theater, and what was our sitting room and now doubles as the music room.

Onwards to installing our woodstove – – –