OK, it's nearly midnight and I'm a little shaky after two very fraught days (which involved many trials, tribulations and special moments). But I just wanted to drop by and let you know some of the highs and lows...
Breakages : surprisingly few. Just a six drawer chest that seems to have been dropped. It's now held together by tape. And a bedside lamp which'll need replacing, as will his unbroken partner on 'the other side'. A big scratch on the bed head. A leg off the drinks cabinet (oh yes, I have a drinks cabinet, important piece of furniture, that one). And two glasses. Not bad for 450km.
Trials and Tribulations : Ikea delivering the wrong wardrobes. Spent an hour on hold and going through the phone system. New ones will arrive in 10 days, just as I head off on holiday. 'The couture' is now hanging on hastily bought clothes rails.
The other thing that has been sent to try me is the troupe of tape-happy removals men. Everything is covered in tape. Everything. Even things that don't need taping. It truly is driving me nuts.
Special moments : Possibly the best moment was returning to the Lyon flat to discover my mother (here to help, apparently) entertaining the three Algerian removals men.
She was belting out a wonderful rendition of la Marseillaise, the French national anthem (it's the only 'french' she knows). They took it in good spirits, it seems. Not too offended. Although I did expect to find my boxes full of spit.
Oh, and I've managed to get myself a dinner date for next week with a real-life Parisien - albeit one from Buenos Aires....
So the move is over, and the life begins.
Did I tell you that I live in Paris now?
It seems to suit me, so far.