So, here we are in our lovely new home in Haslemere. The
house is wonderful and we're really pleased. The move itself went swimmingly –
removal van arrived at 11am, loaded up our boxes, furniture and plants, then
met us down here in Haslemere an hour and a half later.
The first afternoon was mainly spent dismantling our bed
because it was too big to fit up the stairs, then putting it back together
again. We also managed to get the important things done such as reassembling
the sofa and going to get some beers from the supermarket!
At around 9pm we realised the time, and that we still hadn't
eaten. What better thing to do on your moving in day than trying out the local
chippy? We went outside, I closed the uPVC door behind me… and the key wouldn't
turn in the lock, nor would it open… Ah, this could be troublesome.
After
trying everything we could think of that might make the lock work (such as
desperately shaking the key in the lock, shaking the door, putting our hands
through the letter box to see if we could reach the handle or key inside…) we
caved and called a locksmith out. £100 later (plus fish and chips) we were back
in, having been given a full explanation of how to use our front door
correctly. Boy, did we feel stupid! At least it was on one of the hotter days
of the summer, and thank goodness I had my phone on me!
However, I do feel
these types of adventure are necessary when moving into a new place….character
building or something like that (and possibly bankrupting!). A bit like when
you buy a new phone or watch… the deep scratch you get on its face during the
first few days (despite treating it with the utmost care) almost 'christens' it!
