A few days ago, Fi and I went up to the storage place to check out the size of the unit we’ll be using for the last bits and pieces from the house. Originally, Fi had ordered a 3 x 4 metre unit and, when I saw it, I decided it was far bigger than we needed. The very helpful Nick showed us a 3 x 2 which I declared too small. Finally, we peeked inside a brand new 3 x 3 and, like Goldilocks, I declared it was perfect.
And today, I was proved correct as Wayne and his young helper, unloaded their (smaller) truck and stacked things inside.
(By the way, a big shout out for Brayden’s Removals. Wayne really knows his job and they not only speak and understand English, they also take great care of your furniture. Highly recommended for all your removal needs.)
Actually, there were a lot of people at the house today. Apart from Wayne and his mate, there was Les, who came to paint some more, while Peter laid a bit of lino and fixed a shed door, Tim replaced a downpipe, Joel came to talk finance and, Justin worked in the garden. There was a lot going on.
By the end of the day, the house looked and felt a lot emptier. We are now using outside chairs to sit on while eating dinner and watching TV. Well, Fi and I are. Mirinda has her Tiger Chair where she sits like the Empress Dowager Cixi, commanding from a seated position.
The reason is because of her back which, while much improved, is still giving her some grief. The Tiger Chair, with its sturdy arms, allows her to sit comfortably for short periods.
In the meanwhilst, Fi sold a boat and trailer while, almost simultaneously, handling around 20 phone calls from all and sundry. While she has been known to be easily distracted and losing focus sometimes, she can be amazingly amazing when she’s really needed. Like supplying Lauren a recipe for Quiché while making sausages and salad for us.
Here she is doing her Delvene Delaney impression.
And, in the UK, they are entering 12 days of mourning, during which, radio stations have to play sombre music and TV stations should not show any comedy programmes. I think that’s really odd. Surely the nations need to laugh rather than sit and be depressed. Is that really what the Queen wanted?
