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I dropped my wife off at the train station this lunchtime and took the opportunity to take a car load of stuff from my office/garage to the new house. It was quite a work out getting some big boxes down the stairs and into the car and I got maybe five plastic crates, a big box of files and a couple of other bits in, but you wouldn't particularly notice that the current house was any less cluttered. You can now walk into the walk in cupboard next to my desk, but that's it.
I brought across a few of my box files from the early days of my career. These have been unproudly displayed on shelves in said walk in cupboard, where they weren't very accessible because of the crates that were in the way, but I can safely say in the almost 7 years that those box files have been on those shelves I have maybe taken three of the 30+ files down and done anything with them. So whilst I don't want to throw away these bits of (my) history and may one day donate them to some kind of facility that might be interested in the few notes I have from On The Hour and probably not the several files of stuff that I have from Lionel Nimrod's Inexplicable World and almost certainly not the script of the never broadcast pilot "That's Wiggins Yard!", I also do not think they need to be put up on shelves in case I have an urgent need to check something. So they can go in the loft until I am dead and my kids want to work through them and in the unlikely event that I need to see the handwritten notes I made for Radio 4's The End of the Roadshow, then I will know where they are.
It's certainly a rare privilege to be able to move stuff gradually. When we moved here we were right in the middle of stuff and so paid a firm to pack for us, which meant that nothing got thrown away and we didn't know where anything really was. I am probably wrong, but doing it this way will give me a chance to be a bit more selective, note what I have where and save the stuff we use the most until the very end, so we can unpack that first. Will it work?
I really want to get my spare snooker board across there. It's one I bought on ebay for a live Me1 vs Me2 snooker contest, but it's very heavy as it is a proper slate one. It may become my official board and hopefully it having been in my garage for the last five years on its side, will mean it is warped enough to serve. It has foldable legs which means I can put it up and down a lot more easily (though maybe with help due to its extreme weight). But what shall become of the current board that I have used since the start. I am thinking of sawing it into chunks to sell to the gullible fans of the podcast and raise some much needed funs for our podcast empire. So watch this space.
The kids got their reports from school today, which were both very good. In her remarks his teacher said that Ernie was "sensible" which is not a word I would ever have chosen for him based on his behaviour at home. As a friend remarked recently it's like living with someone who is constantly drunk. I don't mind him being insane. I love him for it. I just wonder how he changes his personality at school.
He's sweet, he's sensitive, he's silly. But sensible? Can't wait for the mask to slip and see this other side of him!
