It's Like Christmas

I waited in all day as we weren't sure when the container would finally arrive. When it turned up at 2PM, it wasn't a container, just a big truck full of boxes which the three cheeky chappies NZ Van Lines sent with it happily unloaded. My job in all of this was to tick off the box numbers as they brought them off the van and give some vague direction as to whereabouts in the house they ought to go. The garage got more than its fair share, as some of the boxes labelled "toys" could have gone anywhere. Glass and china were more obvious, as was the bed. Yes! we have our Freecycle acquired bed on the other site of the planet. There's a certain irony there I suppose. The customs people (or was it MAF) had had a good look at the Dyson. Everything else was pretty much untouched.

I was pleased to find that my three bottles of Frog have made it intact. The rest of the day was spent opening boxes with various squeals of delight from small persons upon discovering long lost treasures which naturally had to be played with all at once. You have not seen such a mess as this. I was beginning to think that most of the stuff would end up staying in the garage, but it does seem to have dispersed for the most part around the house. There are still several boxes of glasses which are seldom used (why did we bring them - a long period of theft from public houses, mainly;-)) and these will probably stay boxed until we move to a more permanent location.

On the job front, I was disappointed to receive a call from the agency - apparently my prospective employer is still prevaricating and won't have made a decision until later next week. Sigh. I'm sorely tempted to just start doing my own thing and see what happens. As long as it brings in more than nothing, I should do OK. Just need a unique easily Googled name to use I suppose.