Moved!

So, last weekend we finally moved house, in a very Dutch way, pulling up our furniture, including washing machine, with a rope. B and I each had rented a bus too. We were finished within 4 hours and then all sat in the sun on our roof terrace and had drinks. It was a great first celebration of our house, someone had even brought champagne. Did not feel too great the next day, unfortunately. Since then we have spent most of our free time unpacking boxes, and in B's case, putting up IKEA cupboards. I have waged war with a number of people, the carpet people for not cutting well and putting glue on our walls, the kitchen delivery people for not ordering our fridge on time and the IKEA for making us pay delivery costs twice when it was their fault we had to have 2 deliveries. I am now so tired of complaining, I don't even complain anymore when I should. In fact, I am feeling very tired in general, on Saturday I woke up in a mess of boxes to be unpacked and thought "I have to get out". Not good for the boxes, but good for me. I went shopping with a bad conscience because B was at home working on the house (which he is still doing as I write). He can't just sit still and do nothing. But the house is lovely, and will be even more so once it is not such a terrible mess!