Cod and Chips

I am currently having a break from packing the house up. Desperate to escape the tangle of bubble wrap, boxes and packing tape ends which are strewn across the house.

Ran round the cash and carry like a loonie woman this morning buying packing implements. I was somewhat overawed by the sweet aisle which has ended up with me packing large cod and chips. What?

Well, justification for the sweet aisle is that we need energy when moving boxes around (half of Rowntrees output should do it!) and secondly, as I was uberexcited I accidentally picked up fish and chip paper instead of tissue paper.

So there I am wrapping the kitchen items, injecting humour by telling myself that it’s a large haddock and chips. Hubby is convinced I am at the end of the loop of a very large and long loop the loop.

I have been keeping the kids informed of the fact that we will be moving. I keep a poker face when I tell them nonchallantily that Mummy and Daddy will be looking at houses. The information and subsequent questions are met with a breezy lighthearted response that any North Korean news reader would be proud of.

Kids are desperate to view houses. Last time I took a child along to view a house, he turned the oven on, tried to jump on a bed and the viewing was abandoned after 10 mins due to the oven stinking the kitchen out.

Now to go and do battle with packing a large savaloy, extra chips and onion vinegar!