Umm, explain that to me again, would you?

Storage Boxes, Prams, Blood, Sweat & Tears

Jeez, what a day! My fair wife and I decided that we needed more room for stuff. Not least for the new pram, baby bath, cot, etc that would soon be gracing our small abode. 

So, after a call to our local storage company and a not so small payment for the hire of a unit for 6 months, we have spent the day lugging what felt like the GDP of Belgium down Easter Road into Leith.

Luckily we had the help of my Brother-in-law, a long suffering man to whom I owe a huge debt of gratitude. We also had our wee niece up (she’s 2! awww) to keep the missus busy whilst us men grunted, huffed and rubbed our chins in the way only men can. 

Eventually, we managed to clear most of the years of accumulated junk out of the various nooks and crannies of our modest 1 bedroom Edinburgh flat and you would not believe the amount we gathered – I have quite clearly been living in the Tardis for the past few years as the shit just kept on coming! 

Anyway, it was mildly enjoyable in the sense that for once I didn’t have my head buried in a Java text book and found to my amazement that I was actually able to string a sentence together without a semi-colon or curly braces!

In all other aspects it was horrible!