This is a slightly odd blog. Odd because it's neither personal nor a themed blog. I know that it would be much better for me to have a blog on human rights/refugee issues and a personal one, because that's the way the blogosphere goes, but I'm too lazy for all that. Plus I don't think that would be a fair representation of who I am. So Cartside is a mixed bag of toys. Today  now, my brain has gone through a whirlpool and been whisked all over the place and it's all a muddle now.

So, to follow on from the teeth saga: 8 (possibly more, Cubling doesn't like me to investigate, but I'm sure I've seen 8, 4 tops 4 bottoms, dental symmetry is back).

To follow on from the swimming: it was tiring with an almost 20 lbs baby on my hips, but we took a group of mums and children to the pool and back. Or rather, I did on my own, and managed to arrange taxis, get everyone together and oversee it all even while entertaining a baby. It was fun, if exhausting fun. Cubling was frantic because she wasn't allowed to go for a swim, and she clearly wanted a splash. Next time, when cough is gone, my darling. The women really enjoyed it, and it's just great to see when something you organise actually works. We even had really nice taxi drivers. That is quite special, I don't know how, but I've got a record of catching rude and simply impossible taxi drivers like a cold. Like those who insist they can't stop in a certain place (where you can stop nevermind) and instead stop on a busy road letting a very pregnant me run through the rain and up the hill to pick up the last passenger. But that's another story. Today's taxi drivers were loooovely.

Above all, today I think I'm starting to panic. We'll be moving house next Saturday. Not a single box is packed, though at least we have boxes now which is kind of a good start don't you think. The thing is, I was getting quite good at pretending it wasn't going to happen, but there's no chance of that now, it's getting real. umpf.

You see, we're a family of squirrels, collecting everything and hiding it never to be seen again. Until we move. And then, we can't let go, even though all of the nuts haven't been seen or touched in years. Then there's the question of furniture. We don't have a lot, because we're renting at the moment. But it's enough to be a pain in the bottom to move. Yet a few essentials are strikingly missing. We don't own a bed. Or a table. Or a fridge/freezer. But we have heaps of utterly useless stuff.

It'll be interesting. We could certainly try sleeping on the sofa and eating from the bookcase. And with the weather as it is, maybe the garden could make do as a fridge, if not freezer.
What will make it really challenging though is that the day we move, Scotland are playing Italy, just a stone throw away. Streets will be blocked off, so we HAVE to move before the football traffic arrives. How about that for a challenge.

Oh yeah, and Glasgow will be hosting the 2014 Commonwealth Games in case you didn't know.

You'll be pleased to know that I'll be moving even closer to the Cart, and will remain a true Cartsider.