Moving Home Is A Nightmare!
Posted on | 1 comment(apologies for the crappyness of this post, it’s late. The disjointed text is kinda a reflection on how I’m doing at the moment. I might re-write it at some point).
The past few days have been manic. Truely. My housemate bought a new house and had to move all her stuff, and I’ve headed south and moved to Brighton. Most of my stuff was moved last Saturday, but as most people often remark when they move house: “How the hell have I hoarded so much stuff?!”.
On Wednesday my housemate received the keys to her new house so off we went for drinks and BBQ…random pictures follow…
(these were taken on my Nokia N73 phone, I resized them in Photoshop)
Having a BBQ in the communal area outside the new house
Someone said a funny
No one can lay on a spread like a group of women on a mission to organise
Obligatory booze bucket. Plastic boxes filled in in the absence of a fridge or freezer
For the first time in my life I bought flowers for someone!
The next day we were planning to lug all our stuff from the old house to the new one. We’d hired a van and boxed and stacked up most of our stuff in the front room like shown below and my housemate went off to meet the man with the van and pick some furniture up from her friend before coming back and taking the rest of our stuff.
Living room was pretty jammed with all our stuff prior to the move
Unfortunately when she got to the new house she discovered that a pipe had been leaking from the bathroom upstairs and flooded the bathroom and caused massive damp stains all down the living room walls and ceiling. Not something you need when you’ve just bought the house and plan to move everything in that day.
So she spent the day on the phone to the insurance guys and the freeholders of the building trying to get it sorted instead of us moving the stuff.
By 8pm that night we still hadn’t shifted anything and the man and his van had gone home for the day. Pete was not a happy bunny and not looking forward to the next day because we didn’t have a van and only had one car. Last time we moved, it took 14 car journeys in 2 cars with 4 people helping over the space of 2 days. We had 3 people, 1 car and one day.
Fortunately on Friday morning we managed to get hold of another man with a van and things were looking up. We loaded up the car and van and started our first journey. Everything seemed to be going well, we probably had about 70% of the stuff from the front room on the first leg.
The next load saw us take everything else from the house except from the kitchen (we were planning to come back and clear it as the last thing). Everything was going great 
By my reckoning I felt we were going to be done by 8pm.
As with all great plans, things didn’t quite go as anticipated. My housemate had to go to the bank, then drop me off at the old house then travel back across London to pay her builder and come back again, pack up the kitchen, clean the house and do one final run.
Around about 11pm I realised that my estimation of finishing everything at 8pm was a naive, treasured dream. When it got to 1am and we were still cleaning I felt that someone was not smiling on us. What else could possibly go wrong, and what would really be the worst thing that happen?!
In a word.
Soy Sauce.
Dripped all over the floor.
From the living room. Down two flights of stairs. All over my clothes.
Bugger.
We finally finished around 2am.
What week.
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Hey!! Pete, I would have helped you out!!
Bala