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e’re moving. This has been sprung upon us all of a
sudden. Sure, on the one hand we’ve been
looking for somewhere else to live for a while now, but not seriously enough to
justify actually doing anything about it *cough*.
Then a broken bath tub,
six weeks without it being repaired and a letter from the landlord saying that
owing to rising maintenance costs the rent was going up again... that proved to
be the straw breaking the back.
We found somewhere
approximately a mile and a half away. A
new build top floor flat, slightly smaller than where we were but with the
caveat of more effective living space.
Or some such buzzword that means, although it has little space, we can
do more with it. I’m getting a larger
office / study so I’m happy.
Moving is moving,
though. I hired a long wheelbase van, a
Vauxhall, for the move. We did three loads, two were around the three quarters full. In the process of moving we appear to have
lost our brand new steam iron (the old
one packed up the week before the move, the new one, well it’s
gone missing heh).
And of course
the Accord. As a saloon, it’s difficult to put large
stuff into the car because one cannot remove the parcel shelf. Folding the rear seats down does give a
useful increase in luggage space but the opening between the rear seat and the
boot is nowhere near as large as an equivalent road space hatchback (such as a Mondeo
or Vectra).
So the process of moving smaller boxes took its time.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t
the biggest problem with the move. On the
first night at the new place with the Accord in her designated parking space,
somebody broke a rear quarterlight window. On the second night the front passenger
window was broken. In both cases,
nothing was taken nor could the vandal, pikey, scroat, scum, or whatever they should be called, get into the Accord.
Thank goodness for double locking then... Not the best “welcome to your new home” gift
then. On subsequent nights we parked
elsewhere and have not had a problem.
During the week we moved,
the Accord spent most of her time trundling in and around
One of the associated
disadvantages with the move is that although I’m only a mile away from where we
were, as the crow flies, I’m The best part of two
miles closer to a main route on my commute.
It’s made a useful difference to my commute. At the old place, I had seven junctions or
roundabouts where it would be normal to have to wait between home and the
Writing of saving fuel, a
recent drive in a turbodiesel Vectra
has reminded me of what I’m missing out on.
In comparison, the Accord feels positively rapid,
especially the ability to pile on the revs in the lower gears. It’s been a long time since I’ve run my own turbodiesel and I’m missing it more than I would like to
admit.