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Date: 01 June 2009 07:34:29
The decision was, I think, a wise one, for the furniture to head to the North Island before we did. So from camping in one place and living in the other we moved to living in one place and camping in the other... with a bit of camping in both places in between until we got the beds nicely reconstructed.
Two vans (cheaper on the ferry than a removal lorry) and two very nice chaps moved all our worldly goods. Well, all the furniture and many of the boxes, though most of the boxes are still sitting waiting on the Isle of Wight. My brother saw them all loaded up - which was just as well as I got a frantic phone call as I sat here in the empty flat waiting for them: "How on earth does this wardrobe come apart?" As if I could remember after having built it four years ago.
The nightmare began when they arrived and saw the access to the flat. "Have you got an alternative plan about what we should do with the piano if we can't get it in?" Goodness - what sort of an alternative plan did they think I'd be thinking of? But they were my utter heroes. I'd told them there was only one step in, but that was if they came through the front door and the turn into there was too tight for a piano. The alternative entry was round the back - down a steep slope, round a series of sharp corners, up three deep steps and into my bedroom. And not having brought a piano trolley - because there was only one step - they carried it between them all the way. But in my bedroom it had to stay because there was no way it was going anywhere else. Not that I mind.