Always a stressful event and jolly hard work. This is when Grandpa becomes really popular. He is really handy with the drill so this time I was the spare part. Mind you that didn’t last for long as I soon became guardian of the grandchildren whilst huge pieces of furniture were transported onto the removal lorry. Little Granddaughter L wandered around following her brother. The only sign of stress showed in her eyes whereas Grandson P seemed OK. He kept himself occupied with playing with any toy that hadn’t been packed yet and watching the men.
I thought he was fine and we did lots of chatting about the new house and how it would be like at Christmas when he had to unpack his toys in the new house. Finally we were all ready and it was time to leave and grandson P suddenly looked at his Mummy and said “Is it time to leave the house now?” When he was told that it was he burst out crying. This was the house he was born in, this was the place where he had his toys, his bedroom, his books, where neighbours knew his name and said ‘Hello’ and where he felt safe. No wonder he was sad. Four hours later he had is new bedroom, toys were hastily unpacked and strewn on the floor and he was racing around the garden with his new football.
Grandpa and I are back home and there is some semblance of order at the new house. Granddaughter L is fine and Grandson P is back at school. Only tiny mishap during the night was that he couldn’t find the bathroom, but he’ll learn.
