A man cave AND my office…

We’re finally unpacked! Most of the boxes are gone. We can (mostly) find everything and we are ready for visitors which is just as we’ll as the have some friends coming to stay on Friday.

In the end we have split the collection between a bedroom and the cellar. The landlord came to look at the water in the cellar and decided it was simply due to the change in temperature as the house is new and hasn’t been lived in before. We’ve had a dehumidifier running for three weeks and its thankfully dried out. It was enough to panic Scifiwife hubby though so all paper based collectibles and the statues are in my office and the ‘toys’ etc are in the cellar.

20130714-115815.jpgMy office

20130714-115733.jpgThe man-cave

Scifi hubby has spent the last three weeks unwrapping the collection which has been a traumatic experience to say the least. He has now found everything but we had a week when he raced around like a headless chicken as he remembered something else that he hadn’t seen yet. He would be happily unpacking a box of books when he would suddenly shout ‘BATARANGS’ and then fly around the house looking in every box until he found them. Now bear in mind that there we 381 boxes so this whole process could take some time and for some reason seemed to mostly start at 11pm. In fact it took three days to find the batarangs with lots of swearing, complaints about removal men and pathetic random cries of ‘batarangs’ like a small child looking for a lost toy.

Meanwhile I unpacked the whole of the rest of the house, sorted the food shopping, cooked meals oh and started my new job. I’d get pulled into the occasional batarang hunt but it seemed my lines of ‘it will turn up once you’ve unpacked everything’ were more like a red flag to a bull than helpful.

We were really lucky in terms of damage and loss. The only thing that is completely missing is the digital TV box which is easy to replace at least. From a house perspective there’s a broken clock, broken radio and damaged computer speakers. From the collection there was one painting with broken glass but no damage to the painting and four damaged books. That’s it! No broken statues, smushed comics, damaged paintings, lost autographs or batarangs. Well done removal men. Now we’ve just got to hope that the insurers understand the value of books as it is, predictably, four hard to get hold of books that are battered.

Wampa update – we remembered to collect him from the old house and he has now taken up residence in our new fridge along with Luke and Han Solo. There’s almost more toys than food in the fridge now…

The traumas of moving house

Moving house is always difficult. Packing, labelling, loading, driving, unloading, unpacking, working out where to put everything, finding the missing screws for the bed, hunting for the power cables, trying to stop the cat escaping back to the old house the list goes on and on. Throw in 38 degree temperatures and a HUGE batman/comic collection and you’ve got a recipe for a very stressed Scifi hubby.

He barely lets me into his ‘office’ and the cat is banned completely so imagine his face as five removal men descended on Monday and “manhandled” all of his preciouses into boxes. To be fair to the removal men they were very careful, used several trees of tissue paper and enough bubble wrap to keep the whole of the city of London in ‘stress bubble paper’ for several years. All the boxes have ‘fragile’ and ‘this way up’ stickers and there was no nasty crashing noises. I guess the proof will be in the unwrapping…

20130619-101324.jpgWe have 381 packages of stuff. Yes really. At a rough estimate over half of this is his collection which partly says he has a lot of stuff and partly shows how the removal men have wrapped each Batman so well that you only get six into each box. The removal guys have two wagons; a small one which seemed to have all our household furniture and boxes in and a huge shipping container on wheels which seems to mostly contain Batmen.

20130619-101208.jpgWe had planned on putting most of his office into the basement of the new house but we opened the doors last night to discover it the cellar was damp. He’s now trying to work out how to get all of his stuff into one of the bedrooms. The floor space is actually slightly bigger than he had before but the ceiling slopes so he’s lost of lot of storage space up two walls. I think it will all fit but its a bit like a giant Tetris puzzle at the moment.

We still need to go back to the old house to do some final cleaning and give the keys back to the landlord. Just as well really as I’ve realised that we left the Wampa and Luke in the fridge!

“At least it is not a model railway”

I’m getting behind with my Scifi wife updates. I’m blaming Scifi hubby for doing too many crazy things too often – oh, maybe changing jobs and moving house is a factor too! There’s now so many potential posts that I’m not quite sure where to start but I guess the main story at the moment though has got to be moving house.

I’ve got a new job (woohoo congratulations me!) so we are moving a couple of hours away from where we are now. As you can imagine moving house with Scifi hubby is not the easiest of experiences and his stress levels are through the roof. Last time we moved it was an international move and all our stuff went into storage for three months. I had recurring visions of all his toys coming alive ‘Toy Story’ style whilst in the storage depot and running amok through all the packing cases. No wonder we weren’t allowed to pack any liquids and especially alcohol as we would have had some very drunk Batmen…

20130424-174151.jpgThis is a scene they cut from the movie apparently 🙂

We still need to find a house but this time it should be a simple drive down the road – I hope! However the collection has grown somewhat since we last moved. I spent most of Sunday sat on a Yoda cushion with the laptop helping him write a list of EVERYTHING in his room and how much it would cost to replace. We only got about half way through before I got a completely numb bum, lost the will to live and ran screaming from the room (after hitting ‘save’ a few times to make sure I didn’t have to repeat it). Happily for me the weather forecast this weekend is bad so I can sit in there again and finish the inventory, aren’t I lucky?

We have also had the first of the removal companies come round to quote for the move. They have been warned there is a Batman collection to deal with but they clearly have no idea what this entails. The very nice German chap this week looked around the living room, saw a few Batman paintings and one glass cabinet with four Batman statues and I think he thought that was it. He started to write them all down individually and ask about value. I suggested that maybe he should think about volume and wait for the inventory for the value. I’m not sure he understood until he walked into Scifi hubby’s room. I wish I had taken a photo of his face. He almost tripped over Kermit the Frog, jumped when he saw the full size Joker mannequin and you could see the panic in his eyes for a moment. What I loved the most was that he simply took a deep breath and calmly said “well it could be worse – at least it is not a model railway”! Apparently that’s very common in Germany. Maybe I should be grateful?

We now have the prospect of the actual packing to look forward to. Not to mention people coming to look at the apartment to see if they want to rent it once we leave – strangers in Scifi hubby’s room EEEK. Then there’s the unpacking. At this point I’m sticking my fingers in my ears and singing “lalalala” like my friend’s 3 year old twins when they don’t want to do something. We also have some very unfortunate/lucky friends who had booked to come and visit us before we knew we were moving. They will now be here in the midst of unpacking. Luckily he is a scifi fan so I’m thinking that the girls can go shopping and the boys can unwrap Batman toys 🙂

Meanwhile I’m finishing up at my current job, sorting the paperwork for my new job, trying to find a new house, dealing with relocation agencies and removal companies, trying to sort our current rental property out (all of which is in German), inventorying the rest of the apartment, ensuring the cat is up to date with her jabs so we don’t have to find a (probably French speaking) vet the second we move, working out how to de-register from the local authority area, redirect the post etc etc. AND I seem to have mistakenly wandered into spreadsheet hell.

I’ll add more of the recent Scifi hubby tales soon – some are quite high up on the Scifi hubby scale of craziness; for example, why exactly do I currently have a Wampa in my fridge? And will he have eaten Luke when I next open the door