it's weird tho, I don't know where anything is. . . cupboards, drawers, closets - it's one big mystery to me! the POVSs think this is hysterical: XCH was very sweet about it, cooked me dinner - taking the time to explain the nuances of the oven - and then departed with a huge grin on his face, leaving me to the discoveries that awaited my every step and turn
I can't remember actually living in the new house and during my absence the remainder of my belongings from the rented house were delivered by the landlord's men. . .
. . .well, "dumped" being the more operative word
so my beautiful space is no more: clutter abounds, boxes of books for which I have no shelves are stacked teetering in piles veering towards the ceiling, boxes of other things similarly. . .
most of these boxes were the ones from the cellar of the rented house, unopened since "we" moved out of the village over a year ago - g*d knows what's in them (I don't!)