The process of moving is starting to drag now, and we don't even load up the van until Friday. Ugh. I have packed what feels like dozens of boxes, and this is always the point in a move when minimalism starts to look like both an extremely attractive lifestyle and an impossible dream. Today we donated several large pieces of furniture to a local charity, so the house does look considerably more empty which is encouraging. The charity sent three guys in a van who cheerfully removed our armchair, ottoman, computer desk,desk chair, futon, bedroom dresser and the two hideous maroon lamps that I've been openly scheming to be rid of for years now. Finally those things are gone! Yes!
Whilst the furniture was being removed the front door needed to be propped open, so I shoved the cats in their carriers for a little while. Edith doesn't really mind and just likes to be placed somewhere with a good view of what is happening; Nancy was, of course, inconsolable. It was quarter of an hour of Miss Nancy Wake-Cat's most soulful operatic meows, with occaisional breaks to head-butt the carrier's gate or scrabble around looking for a weak spot in the carrier itself. Fortunately she is a cat of little brain, and within twenty minutes of being released she was lolling around on the floor displaying her belly, having clearly forgotten all about the recent horrible trauma and generally looking pretty happy with life. I will absolutely hate having to sit in a car with her for two hours on Friday, because she will wail all the way but with any luck the same thing will happen when we get to the new place and she will magically forget her distress as her curiosity in the new place takes over. I hope. One of the few things that I rescued from the large donation of clothes we made a few weeks ago was a shapeless pink sweater that Nancy particularly loves sleeping on, so hopefully having that to hand will help her chill out a bit. That and some food, because Nancy is a greedy little thing.
As well as packing, I've also been trying to clean as we go and to this end we purchased Mr Clean's Nagic Erasers. These things are amazing yet terrifying, because they clean pretty much anything (except hard water marks on toilet bowls as I've just discovered) but no-one knows what they are made from. Not that I want to know actually, because I suspect it's a spongey block of pure white evil and that just by using it I'm making some sort of pact with the devil. That's why I don't use them regularly for cleaning the house, well that and I really hate how they feel, but they are such a useful short-cut that they are perfect for last minute cleaning before you move house. I far prefer to live in house cleaned with baking soda, vinegar, lemon juice and lavendar-scented castile soap - But those cleaning methods require additional elbow grease and time, and so are not useful right now.