It was a bit of a surprise, to say the least, to get a phone call on Tuesday 6th January, to tell me that I could now have the keys to the office I’d been promised in another building, away from the delicious but unwelcome smell from the Thai takeaway next door to the current one. I picked the keys up later that afternoon and poked my head briefly in the door of the new office, seeing it empty for the first time. Unfortunately, I didn’t take in the state of the carpet (you don’t want to know, and this morning I found a nice lump of chewing gum hidden underneath the phone on the carpet) or the state of the walls. (Remember when Blu Tak was heralded as being the best thing since sliced bread because it didn’t damage walls? Well, that was a whopping great fib!) I was shown the kitchen (miles away from the office and with two flights of stairs in between), and a chap who introduced himself as the “random bloke who lurks in the kitchen”. At this point, I thought that maybe it would be okay. Neighbours with a sense of humour are a good thing.
On Friday, I took the first, largely symbolic rolls of fabric and a pattern folder to the new office, along with my Bernina and tailoring stuff. Looking round the office properly for the first time, I noted the state of it (oh dear), checked that I could reach the bird table from the window (bird food will be purchased forthwith) and checked out the alarm system. The office is older but bigger and there are more people in the building. So far, the natives seem friendly.
On Saturday morning, Mr March and I started the move in earnest. There’s so much to move! Still! We haven’t moved all the big, heavy stuff yet; we have that joy to come today. And then we can decide whether or not a cutting/worktable can be constructed. At the moment, we’re thinking that the room is still too small, although the possibility of braked castors may make it possible. It would make life a lot easier to be able to cut at a comfortable height and also save trying to persuade the Council to replace the floorcovering.
So far, we have the petticoat rail installed, the shelving unit moved and an identical new one purchased and installed alongside it. Already, things are looking up. Shelving! Boxes on shelves! Tidy(ish)!
Just don’t look at the other end of the office…
You looked, didn’t you? Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
It will be fine, though. It will. Mr March and I will shift rest of the equipment and hopefully by Monday I’ll be ready to have the phone line switched over. The number isn’t changing and the change will be instantaneous, apparently, once the word is given. It’s quite exciting! New address is on the contact page already. It’s not much different from the old address; same park, different building.
Watch this space…