Discoveries

We are unpacking in a random, slightly desperate, frantic lack of order. Late last night, in the basement, we opened some of the boxes that had remained untouched since we left Brighton and others that had been packed up in Durham, almost a decade ago. Some had flies or bits of mouse poop caught under the wide strips of brown packing tape, like extinct insects in amber. We may re-discover evolution.

We did make some quite wonderful discoveries, like a 480-count pack of our favourite Sainsbury's Red Label tea bags, bought before we moved to Toronto. Frabjous day. Does it matter that the best-before date is 2011? Still hoping to uncover our big brown teapot. It's been so long that I wonder whether I just imagined owning it.

I found a birthday card to husband from the girlfriend before me.

The dryer has to be sent back. Our friend and expert, Karl, says it can't be shifted to the laundry room without removing many bits of the house. He did detach some of them, to our slight horror, and it was not enough to move the machine. Karl then obligingly returned the bits to their designated positions. Relief.

And to make life even more interesting, the washing machine seems to have caused a leak in the kitchen ceiling.

Will the fun never stop? Because really, I'm ready for some nice, soothing boredom.

On the plus side, my friend Hilary has come to visit from California (YAY!). Today she helped with kids and house. Tomorrow we are gonna have us some fun. Watch out, Toronto.