Today was moving day. A full size removal van turned up at half eight. It wasn’t Pickfords but a local company; the three young chaps seemed to know what they were doing. It took them just two hours to load the contents of Kat’s flat into the van. Paul and I drove on ahead so that we could be back at our place ready to meet them. I’m still not sure how they did it but they managed to get to our flat in Calne before us!
With careful manoeuvering the removal guys almost managed to reverse the van into the courtyard but were foiled at the last moment by an overhanging satellite dish. Twang! I think our neighbour may have trouble with their television reception tonight. They had to leave the van parked on the road and carry everything across the courtyard. Thank goodness it wasn't raining.
My dining room is now Kat’s bedroom and the rest of her furniture is packed neatly into our garage. I’m amazed it all fits in there so easily.
|temporary disarray in my sitting room|
Tomorrow we start the clean up and preparing the empty flat for new tenants. I really think I should just have stayed behind in France to look after the garden.
|two teddy escapees|