The skipman cometh

Now way round this one really. The myth of women having enough clothes to fill a lorry, and men being able to carry all their worldly possessions in two bin liners, has been blown to smithereens. With just four nights left to work, and five weeks before the big move to Alicante for five months, I am just going to have to accept a large yellow metal container is going to land on my driveway. Some things have gone to the charity shop, some things have gone in the bin, but there is still a mountain to get rid of. Despite my best attempts, the pile never gets any smaller. Unlike Spain, where you get refuse collections twice a day, we get twice a month, and so if I want it all go in the dustbin, it’ll take me till I’m ninety, if they don’t go on strike. Wow, feels loads better now, blogging is great, you can let off steam, and the only thing that gets hurt is the keyboard!

On a lighter note, the joys of skype. We got it all set up a week ago, all working fine, although our Lisa had to borrow the camera off here hubby’s x-box. The grandkids love it, but there is a drawback. Picture the scene, it’s 5:30 in the morning, your two year old has just got up, all that’s on your mind is getting breakfast sorted and a cup of tea. Then the words fall from her lips, “grandma, computer”. So I think video calling is a hit with the grandkids, us grown-ups might not be so enthusiastic!