If, as seems reasonable, you count packing as Stage 1 and loading into the pantechnicon (monster truck) as Stage 2 then we are presently coasting along after the successful conclusion of Stage 2.
We were blessed to have two of the fastest, strongest and most skilled and careful removal men in the West. They took us and our stuff at the run and loaded it all safe and secure before we could say knife. And all on hot tea and fruit cake. Our entire house contents are now lodged safely in their secure yard overnight, and we’re camping out overnight in the empty house before setting out tomorrow morning to cross over the Severn into Wales and then down the motorway to Neath where we need to be waiting outside the estate agents for completion and to collect our keys. Then, out to our new home.
The removal men will follow shortly to meet us there, if they don’t get there first, and then I start making tea until the loading is reversed. If everything goes smoothly we’ll be waving the removal guys off soon after four in the afternoon.
Dolly sat glowering in the top floor bathroom throughout and came stomping out ready to kill when it was done. When she realised that all our stuff was gone and the house empty she was rampant with fury. I came down to fix her a bowl of tuna, another of biscuit, and rattled the can of her tonic sweeties. Then, of a sudden, everything was fine. She approves.
The next bulletin will be from the new house sometime after late Friday afternoon when the broadband connection is scheduled to go live. ’Or early the next day,’ the telephone lady said. Whatever, you guys will be the first to know.
Thanks for all the good wishes. You’d never believe how much we appreciate the good wishes.
