New home

Well, we've arrived. Ages ago now, but we've only just got broadband, which makes blogging easier. And lots of messing about too, so much the worse.
For our moving day we had an international team: Vass from Russia who goes to our Reading church, and Hifz formerly from Pakistan who is our Reading neighbour. You can just about see Hifz's purple fez above the Head of Finance's arm in my none- too- good action shot as they struggle to get the furniture down the stairs.

Now we have emptied all the boxes and have begun the work on the sitting room. Major stuff which involves making a new fireplace as the old one, although smart in its way, looked to me as if it had escaped from a dentist's waiting room. So what a challenge to try and do better! We came up from Reading yesterday after a few days staying in 'Miss P's house' with 42 Victorian bricks in the boot and two sheets of mosaic tiles. Today the Head of Finance has cleaned the bricks and assembled a stack either side of the fireplace at which we peer and try to form an aesthetic judgement.

By next Thursday the Head of Finance needs to have fixed the coving in place and done the brick stacks before the room is replastered by the husband of my fourth cousin once removed. Well, it's nice to keep things in the family!