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Monday, April 18, 2011

Almost back to normal

We've been here a whole week. It was exhausting but all that has passed now...

The last things to pack before we moved was the children's soft toys. They have always had a small selection of truly loved ones on their beds. Into the box they went, that same box that the soft toys had arrived in, just over a year ago, the one the children had written all over; 'this way up', 'live bears do not crush'.

I remembered the year before, when we were moving out of the family home. They had created the box then, chosen their toys, split them; some for Daddy's house, some for ours. It had broken my heart, toys that had settled on their beds since birth were lovingly divided, the deed was certainly significant.

This year it was only harrowing for the inhabitants of the box! Poor furry toys, all crammed into their temporary cardboard home.

However, not all the toys had made it into the box

When she was a baby, Tall Girl was quite unsettled. We tried all sorts of things to try and settle her, one of which was to buy her a soft toy to clutch; Larry, Fat Larry actually, named after the '80's group. Larry the Lamb was a hit, she loved him, so much so that she wouldn't sleep or go anywhere without him. So much so that we had to buy 2, just in case.

Anyway, Larry is still with us (luckily one for each house!) and she still swears she can't sleep without him, though he is a shadow of his former self, 14 years older and slightly bald in places, not exactly fat any more either. We have a family joke that she will wear him about her person as she goes down the aisle. She says she will wear him on a tiara!

So as I was checking all the last minute things before the removal van arrived, I walked into Tall Girls room and closed all the drawers of her bedside chest. The removal men would move as many chests as they could, contents intact. As I checked the top drawer of the chest I could see a little beige leg poking out. I opened up the drawer and there was Larry looking up at me. I smiled. She hadn't trusted the box with her treasured cargo, oh no, the box might get lost en route (though we have only moved a few streets away) but the chest would surely get there, and so, therefore, would Larry...

Tomorrow the children go to Cornwall with their Dad for a week. I will miss them dreadfully, I used to love having them all to myself for the long school holidays while their Dad was at work. Tonight he has texted her to say that he has packed all their things. I asked her if she had checked with him to make sure he'd remembered to pack 'The Other Larry'. "Oh!" she says, clutching her phone "Capitals at the ready!" and off she goes tap tap tapping with another text to her Dad.


8 comments:

BS5 Blogger said...

Delightful writing. Larry is a lucky lamb . x

Suburbia said...

Thank you :-)

Rose said...

I love this story about Larry! Glad to hear that you are all settled in, furry friends and all.

Tattie Weasle said...

Moving - SUCH a nightmare! Hope very much that everyone is settling in nicely...including Larry!

Steve said...

So glad you're all safely moved into your new home - I hope it will be the start of many happy years there for you all!

Maggie May said...

They look so real... I thought you had succumbed to more pets.
So pleased you have settled in well.
It is a while till it feels really like home. Hope that happens soon.
Maggie X

Nuts in May

nick said...

I like the idea of her going down the aisle with Larry the Lamb. As long as she doesn't take him to job interviews and ask him for help with the difficult questions.

Furtheron said...

Only moved once... hated it. Luckily the moment we moved into the house we are in now it was home... it always will be.

One day we'll have to move once the kids are permanently gone but for now...