Ok, so at ten in the morning the phone rings, the keys for the new house are available because the transfer of the property has officially been registered and, as of now, it’s ours. Yay, cheers all round the old house for that little ray of sunshine. So off we go to the lawyer to pick up the keys, but not before filling the car with a load items that are the first things transferred from old to new, you know, all the important stuff like the kettle & tea bags and cups. We get the keys, speed off to the new house, unload the boxes, wander round for a few minutes then head off back to collect my new car. While I do the walk through of the new car with the sales guy, mrs spice heads off to grab sandwiches for lunch and we arrange to meet back at the old house (cue Smiths tune of the same name).
By the way, the transfer of the old house doesn’t happen until Monday, giving us three and a half days overlap – a great de-stresser if there ever was one. Anyway, now we have two cars to load to help to transfer more stuff over between homes and, once loaded, away we go once again. We do a little sorting out at the new house, organising and putting things in places that will almost certainly change again once we’ve been in a few weeks and then – since it’s now going on seven in the evening, we decide to head back to the old house, where we’re staying until we have some of the furniture delivered to the new place. Still with me? Excellent. Well, mrs spice sets off first while I finish of moving a few boxes and about ten or so minutes later I reverse out of the garage. As I’m waiting to check that the garage door has fully closed before I drive off, I glance up and see some blurred movement in the bushes near the back of the house. Before I can do anything else there are five deer galloping out of the trees. They stop, look over in my direction for a few seconds and then carry on charging past me to where ever it is that deer go in the evenings in that neck of the woods. I have to say it was quite a surprise seeing the deer up close running through our garden and, as mrs spice said, when I told her what she had missed, we should take that as a great welcome, a good omen and a lesson to always have the camera ready – which, of course, I hadn’t.
But next time…