So Abbie and I had the pleasure of moving last Friday. We were thrust out of our quaint little home on Larkfield road, leaving the familiarity and safety of Sydenham behind us, and headed south for the mean streets of Belmont. Handshakes and shifty looks go out to Andrew Thomas McCann and James Peter MacPhee (or McMac Moving Mayham) for using their man muscles to capacity to help us wee girls lug all our stuff to the new place. It was touch and go for a minute there carrying the couch up the hill on James' back, but he pulled through. What a little trooper.
At first the thought of moving did not appeal to me in any way, Abbie almost cried when she first heard we had to go. But now that we're there I have to say that living less than a two minute walk to the church is the best thing ever. Plus the house is really nice. It's larger than the other one, has three bed rooms, and a gas range. The only problem is storage space. But really, I would live in filing cabinet with a family of staved gophers if it meant living so close to the church.
So here are pictures. The one with me in it is a picture of the dodgy alley right next to the Stormont Inn that we have to walk by to get home. Can you say, paramilitary activity boys and girls?