Diary: 6. Moving Day = Snow Day
It’s been a stressful couple of weeks. Between packing, working, and converting the van, we’ve also done 2 trips to Canvey (Matt’s Mum’s), which is a 200 mile round trip, and as we’ve sold all our furniture, we’ve spent the last few nights sleeping on the living room floor.
Now, on the day we have to empty the rest of our house into the van and drive to Canvey again, we wake up to thick snow that’s still falling.
With no choice but to power through, we were up at 8am to dig a path from the front door to the van and begin transferring our stuff.
The conditions were horrendous! It was bitterly cold, windy, and heavily snowing. Within an hour of using a broom and resting it down, the bottom of it had disappeared under fresh snow.
We hit our deadline of finishing up and handing over the keys by 1pm, but had to make the hard decision to leave the Van with all our belongings in Norwich and travel to Canvey in the car. It was too risky to drive the van in such bad conditions, especially with all the weight. We felt like there would be a good chance of crashing the van and hurting us or someone else. Not worth the risk. So, we packed our every day stuff into the car, along with food, water and blankets in case we got stranded, and began the 100 mile drive.
We arrived in fairly good time, only taking an hour longer than usual, despite the freezing conditions and snow drifts. We were so glad to be in the warm, but we had other plans! 2 nights before moving day, Matt’s mum called us to say a chap at work had offered her his box at Wembley. It was the re-play match between Tottenham Hotspur and Rochdale in the FA Cup, and we really couldn’t turn the offer down.
So after the longest coldest day, we had time to eat some pasta and head straight back out on the drive to Wembley Stadium. Needless to say it was a fantastic experience. Neither of us are hardcore football fans, but I don’t mind having Tottenham on the TV when they play, and Matt used to be pretty up to the moment on the team, as his brothers both played in the youth team academy for a while.
The match was as drama filled as our day had been, with two Tottenham goals disallowed in the first 20 minutes of play. It was still cold and snowing so we were grateful for the warmth of the box, including the free tea and coffee. Luck really paid back our handwork that day. If you ever have the chance to do something that others don’t have readily available, do it! We certainly don’t know anybody else who has been to watch a Premier League team play from a box.
Once we were back at home after the match, the aches and pains kicked in, and we stayed fairly inactive for the next few days. We both had the snuffles, and we didn’t have the option to work on the van, as it wasn’t there. It was a welcome break, and we think we would have crashed out a few days later if we had forced ourselves to work.
In the end, the second round of battering from the "Beast from the East”, as our weather reporters called it, never materialised, so off we went to get the van, say our last goodbyes to our neighbours, and drive precariously back to Essex through the still very prominent snow drifts.
Jenna x
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