To be drowned in paper

Det er fint at have hjælp til at bære flyttekasserne ind og få skruet reoler og skabe sammen; men hovedparten af indflytningsopgaven har dog været vores egen.
De seneste uger har jeg befundet mig sådan her - bag bunker af papir.

Hver enkelt lille ting var pakket ind i op til 4 lag hvidt papir. Selv vandkanden med en rest sæbespåner og et gammelt glas var nydeligt pakket ind.

Af og til måtte vi grine af flyttefolkene grundighed i nedpakningen. Vi fandt bla et plastik låg og en foret kuvert, som hver i sær var pakket ind i adskillige lag beskyttelse.
Grundighed betaler sig dog, og kun vores Bodum stempelkande, et billede og et lille lysglas var i flere stykker end da det blev pakket ned.
Oldemors fine blå stel klarede turen gennem de syv have. Tænk at det også skulle opleve at komme på fint besøg i Sydney.



Denne omgang gik fint - mange kasser hurtigt tømte - det bliver værre med alle kasserne med hobbystuff.


It's very good to get help with the heavy work of carrying all the boxes and furniture into the house. The main tasks however is still our own - the task of unpacking boxes. 
The past few weeks I have found myself like this (picture 1) - behind piles of paper.

All our stuff have been properly wrapped in several sheets of white paper. Everything was packed, even the the lime green watering can stuffed with the remaining soap flakes, and an old glass (picture 3 and 4)- yes how would you be able to live without it ;-).
We had to laugh of how thorough everything was wrapped. We found a plastic cover and a bubble envelope, nicely wrapped in layers of white protection. 
However thoroughness pays off. Only minor things were broken and we were happy to see that great-grandmothers fine old china (picture 5) managed the trip down here. 

To empty the boxes with glass and china went fairly quick - it'll be a completely different story emptying the boxes containing "hobby stuff"