Hello Old Friends

Well we have arrived, us and about fifty thousand boxes, half of which are numbered and labelled carefully and half of which were, um, thrown together wildly. Not that the careful numbering helped all that much, since I have misplaced the list which describes the contents corresponding to those numbers. Oh well, I'll just open another box and get on with it.

My cookbooks have been happily reunited and now have an entire bookcase to themselves. You see, in the old house, bookcase space was at a premium and as I acquired more and more cookbooks, they ended up under the bed, next to the bed. And in the end, in storage. As did heaps of appliances and unecessaries - you know, platters, ice cream makers, colanders. I didn't fuss as I thought they'd be there for a few weeks but it wound up being closer to half a year. And now as I unpack, I find all sorts of things I haven't seen for months, including my much missed kitchen scales. No more holding a can in one hand and a dish of flour in the other!

It's lovely to find these things but I also wonder how much I need all of them. There have already been eyebrows raised as I unwrap certain items and think "Why didn't I give this to charity ages ago? Why on earth did I wrap it and store it and then drag it all the way up here?" Absence makes the heart grow contemptuous ... hehehe

So a couple of them will get carefully repacked and given away. But I've still got 10 boxes to go. And my ice cream maker must surely be in one of them!!