Goodbye for now…

Suitcase, with a label hanging from the handle, and a white rose resting on top of it.

This is it. By the morning our Telewest Blueyonder broadband internet connection will have been disconnected, and a nice man will be chapping at the door asking kindly for their equipment to be returned.

On the whole, it’s been a good three years living here in Edinburgh. We’ve had our share of fun, we’ve had our share of tears. We’ve met some great people, and made some wonderful friends.

In the morning I will dismantle my PC, dismantle, pack and clean a few more rooms, and then we’ll be on our way to a new life in Cellardyke.

We’ll see you again on the other side of the move and the other side of the Forth. Thanks for reading. The blogging will return very soon. (Sooner than you suspect, as I’ve scheduled a couple of random posts to happen during my absence!)

Packing up a study (an update)

Empty shelves.

It really feels like we’re moving now. My shelves are now bereft of cassettes, compact discs and most of my books.

A room full of boxes.

I have 17 boxes of books so far. I’m just glad we don’t live in the National Library of Scotland, otherwise I’d be up all night (at the very least) filling banana boxes.

Empty shelves above my monitors.

All the tat has gone from my monitors. That’s right, I’m one of those people that covers his monitors with bits and pieces: an old Commodore 64 key, stamps, US coins from a visit, scraps of paper, a list of all my partitions, a Brian May guitar badge, etc. And my shelves are bare. I do hope this wasn’t the night that Old Mother Hubbard said that she’d pop round to borrow my copy of The Ceremonies of the Roman Rite Described.

I’ve run out of boxes now. Time for bed I think. There is much to be done in the morning before the Packers (not Green Bay) arrive back.

Staying organized while moving

It’s “Move-Day minus 1” before the packers return to load everything else into the back of a lorry and drive it safely over to Fife, and we’re getting organized (you may have guessed that already from previous blog posts).

What still needs to be done?

Living Room list showing what to dismantle or remove, what to pack, and what to clean.

Something we’ve found helpful as we’ve been dotting between rooms is a list blutak-ed onto the door of each room where we can indicate what still needs to be. What still needs to be:

  • Dismantled or removed
  • Packed
  • Cleaned

That way we can see where we are with the whole process, and keep on top of things. Once a task has been completed it gets scored off. Simple!

Download

If you’d like to do the same when you move I’ve saved my signs in PDF format, which you are free to download below:

Rooms at Destination

An A4 sheet that reads Living Room.

Something else that we found useful when we moved in here three years ago was to prepare A4 sheets with the name of each room for the destination property.

When we get into our new property in Cellardyke we’ll attach a sheet to each of the doors (again using the marvellous blu-tak) indicating the removals men which room was which: kitchen, lounge, dining room, bedrooms, etc.

Download

If you’d like to do the same when you move I’ve saved my signs in PDF format, which you are free to download below:

Packing box

A cardboard box with Packing Box written on it.  In front is the contents of the box.

Having moved house a few times now, and being the kind of organized fellow that I am, I’ve found that having a small cardboard box called the “Packing Box” filled with the following items makes for a much easier life.

Into my packing box I’ve thrown:

  • Tape gun and extra parcel tape — having used one of these extensively in a mill job in Selkirk I find this the quickest way to seal up packing cartons.
  • Gaffa tape — Q. What do The Force from Star Wars and Gaffa Tape have in common? A. They both hold the Universe together!
  • Big roll of labels — for adhering to the side of packing cartons and writing important information, like what’s in the box, to whom the box belongs, and which room it will eventually belong to.
  • Black permanent markers — for writing on labels, gaffa tape, boxes, and just about anything else.
  • Electric screwdriver (with various bits) — Much, much faster than a manual screwdriver.
  • Roll of rubbish bags — for the disposal of rubbish. Of which there is a lot.
  • Pliers — for the removal of hooks from walls*. (*Other uses are also available.)
  • Stanley Knife — for, amongst another things, re-opening cartons when you realise that you’ve accidentally packed the car keys.
  • Cable ties — for the tying up of power cables, SCART cables, and prisoners en route to jail.
  • Strong, lifting-gloves — for lifting heavy things and not ruining my nails.
  • A small box — I use an old Memorex box that I got blank CD-ROMs in, for holding the hooks and nails that I remove from the walls, or curtain hooks, or … whatever!

So there you go. That’s my Packing Box™.

The coast is clear

Mute Swans. Two of them.

We’re moving to Cellardyke in a couple of days’ time. Up until last week when we told people that they would invariably ask “Where?!” Now they say “Oh!!”

Anyway, it’s all looking safe. No threat of Avian flu making the leap to a human pandemic quite yet. We telephoned DEFRA, on the advice of our vet, and they advised that we can let the cats out when we get there. All is looking good. And I’ve also heard that the news frenzy has also been good advertisement for Anstruther and Cellardyke. I’ve heard that people have been flocking there.

I spotted this on The Register the other day:

Bird flu panic swan was teutonic flotsam

By Chris Williams
Published Tuesday 11th April 2006 15:08 GMT

Government vets say the swan found to have died of bird flu in Scotland may have just washed up there from the continent. The genetic signature of the swan’s infection matches that of an outbreak in northern Germany.

It’s been identified as a whooper swan. Although they winter here, the lack of any other cases has caused experts to say it’s more likely the unfortunate fowl died abroad. The BBC reports that the “working hypothesis” in Whitehall is indeed that the swan died elsewhere and was washed up at Cellardyke.

It’s taken until now to identify the swan’s species because it was badly decomposed and lacked a head.

Looks like the Queen’s own British mute swans (she also owns all the dolphins and sturgeon, apparently) are still unscathed. Stiff upper beak, lads. ®