We're slowly unpacking boxes and putting things away in their proper places. The biggest problem is presented by all the silly little things that don't have proper places. We got rid of a desk when we were taking the house to pieces- and now everything that was in its drawers has to be found another home.
I sorted through some tins and jars this morning- all of which we'd carefully put into storage- and almost all of which were things we'd never want to eat (pickled cucumbers for instance)- and well past their use-by date. My wheelie bin is now pretty much full. I reckon I'm going to borrow Rene's next door for the overflow. She's not home and I don't think she'll mind.