So, we moved. The house that we have known for 6 years, and the only one that Risky has known is now lying empty (except for a cupboard of pickles) and we're up in Yorkshire now. I'm sure Marisca's already developing her accent.
Since this is her blog, I'll not tell the story of the move. It's not really that interesting anyway: it all went smoothly. Instead here's a few pictures taken on the day and beforehand.
Marisca welcoming at the door of Coventry Road.
And again at Bingley Road. I've never spent much time in either Coventry or Bingley.
Two care-worn spots in Marisca's room. The first the suqashed piece of carpet where mummy or daddy would stand by Marisca's cot, sshhing and patting, sshhing and patting, sshhing and patting. The second a carpet groove and chipped skirting board where the rocking chair sat. These barely noticeable indentations meant more to us than anything else upon seeing our rooms emptied.
Lastly, Marisca looking tiny in our old bedroom. I don't have any similar photos in the new house, but if I did she'd look even more lost!
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
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