I’m in the throws of moving house. If you ever saw the ad promoting the Australian internet provider, showing a young woman on a couch while using her laptop as two workmen carry her out, that pretty much describes the flat today and the last few days. You see I only found out that I was “good to go” last Tuesday. Boxes and bags have flowed over the past few weeks including from a storage unit belonging to PB (still half a storage unit), but the bulk of stuff and certainly furniture remained.
So boxes and bages were packed, crates piled with books and papers and 2 garbage bags of clothes for the charity bin up the road. I’m not really sorting, because of the tight timing. I’ll have to do that on the unpack. I’m well aware there is yet more culling to be done.
On moving day itself a mid age blokey bloke arrived with a van – not a truck and a trolley and despite meeting PB was visibly shaken to see yet another person in a wheelchair. He seemed convinced that “the Government” ( without specifing which of the three levels he was refering to) should “fix it up” for us. He seemed genuinely mortified when told that we on fact receive very little if any assistance to fix any manner of things up from the Government.
And then following just the safe removal of two trolley loads the lift gave way. It was as if Irony wanted a hand in reminding me why I was leaving one last time and saying good bye.
So a week later a boxes are starting to be unpacked order is being fashioned, and working lives are being returned to. We are still without Internet which is a strange experience. This is an iPhone entry which is a labour of love.
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