No, not a reference to a meal taken in church. I have to admit that I am not a frequent visitor for purposes of worship, though that is not to say I don’t have religious beliefs. But that is not what this post, number 201, is about. No yesterday the elder of my two brothers moved with his family into a house that has been converted from what was a chapel. I personally think it is a shame that such buildings are being lived in these days, but then it is better than knocking them down I guess. The building is, as you might guess, quite imposing, and the rooms are interestingly shaped and in some cases (e.g. the living room) huge.

So yesterday, having escaped work and discussions of education facilitators in palliative care and wound care training (what fun for a Friday), I collected teen son from school and we headed off to lend a hand with the move. Hubby had gone over earlier in the morning to assist with furniture and box moving. The house can be found across the fenlands of Cambridgeshire / Huntingdonshire . In essence this means rural flat countryside, quite pleasant to the eye. At half past four when we arrived there was still unloading to be done, so teen son got stuck in while I helped with box unpacking. By 7pm everyone had had enough, and given that it was a warm sunny evening and there is a pub about 5 doors along, we headed off to sample the local liquid wears. Back from the pub, and hubby seeming a little more merry than 2 pints should have made him (wonder why that was?) and we ordered a curry.

Teen son, who is most impressed that his cousins have a “den” for their computers, music, perhaps homework (who knows) suggested that he needed to stay over for further more indepth exploration. He also asked me when we were getting a big house like this! I suggested he just stay there more often, I have enough trouble keeping on top of the housework in our house let alone one with 3 floors, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, dens and study. So hubby and I headed home without him and surprise surprise, hubby slept almost the entire journey, leaving me to sing along to the radio to keep myself awake.

Tomorrow we are going back to collect teen son, will take my camera and get some shots. I tried to look on google for something similar but couldn’t find anything, but will post something soon to show what it is like.

So today, housework, shopping, FA cup final; usual fun weekend!