Upping Sticks, To The Sticks

IF ANYONE ever tells you that moving house is a breeze and “sure you’ll get it done in the weekend”, they’re lying through their teeth. Like, really lying. Myself and Mrs. Any Given Food-to-be got the keys to our new place LAST Friday and have spent the entire week since, moving. I’ve got a house full of stuff in hallways, rooms, kitchens and sheds that I never knew existed, never knew I owned or hadn’t seen in years.

The office was unpacked last night, the cookery books now adorn the windows in the kitchen and the new electric oven (bar 4 years living in Waterford, I’ve always cooked on gas) has been tried and tested. The change has brought with it a new kitchen so for the next 12 months, at least, we’ve got new space for our growing world of utensils, a floor-to-ceiling larder where we can now see everything there is to eat and cook with and we’ve managed to pick up a whole new array of pots, pans, plates, cups and all the rest.

Granted, we’re only a few miles from where we’ve spent the past couple of years but when you’re surrounded by fields and the sounds of boy racers at night are replaced by combine harvesters, I’d say it’s safe to say this is going to be somewhat country living for the next year. Or at least so herself reminds me, repeatedly.

As such, the move has given me a couple of new ideas for the blog, which isn’t a bad thing considering it’ll be up and running two years next month. Time to empty the editorial calendar, along with the rest of these boxes.

Happy Sunday.