Flitting

Daughter 1, Son-in-Law 1 and the grandchildren moved house today - or as we say in Scotland, flitted. The children got somewhat excited.

Here they are trying to keep out of the way, in the back garden of the old house.

How is it that, moving from a smaller to a much larger house, there didn't seem to be room for all their possessions? And that's not counting all the stuff which they decluttered into one of our bedrooms before showing their house to sell it and which is still under our roof.

Argh.

After a long day, and just after Granddaughter, with a trembling lip, said, "I want to go home," someone had the brilliant idea of sitting them down with a laptop and "Jake the Pirate". Peace reigned. And then we ate dinner. And cake.

It'll all be lovely in due course.

Coincidentally, Son and Daughter-in-Law flitted today too. But we haven't seen their new house yet.