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The Music Box
Aug. 29th, 2004 08:04 pm... the title being a homage to my all time favourite Laurel & Hardy segment, the one with that piano ... and those stairs ...
I have been packing things up for transport all weekend long. Friday evening, the very evening of the day I got my flat, I had to sort out all of my books and assorted stuff from the old flat to take them up to the new place. It took mr a bit of time, but I got it all sorted.
Yesterday, I roped in some of my family to help me shift the boxes of things to the new flat. That took most of the day, and by the end of the evening, all the books and other stuff, all the valuable stuff, was safe in the new place.
Today, we had the hardest task to do.
Shifting the furniture.
Fortunately, all I have in the way of furniture, being a bachelor, is one sofa, one armchair, some small units including a side unit for my bedroom, a desk and, of course, the double bed.
We did that today. It took an hour.
Now all that's left for us to do, hopefully tomorrow, will be to go back to the old flat, clean her up a little, tidy up the back garden and pick up the last few scattered bits we couldn't fit in the back of the car or the van tonight.
And after that, I'll be having the time of my life arranging the furniture in my new flat to suit, as well as (of course) sorting out the paperwork with the Council, etc.
It's all going on ...
Oh, and one other thing. When we shifted the bed, we found some items which had fallen over the side, gotten wedged in between the bed and the wall.
They included some money I'd dropped, a Clow card (apparently, the Libra card - don't ask!), the photos of my exes and, of all things, a book.
Anaïs Nin's Delta of Venus.
I'd have hated to seen the looks on the new tenants' faces. "So who was here last?" "Dunno, but he left his porn behind."
Anyhows, it's late, I'm back at the folks' place, the next door neighbours have thrown a party for their little one who's just two years old today. I came in late for the barbecue, but stuck around for the cleanup, and gave the happy parents of the child a card.
Ah, well. Like I said, it's getting late. I have things to be doing tomorrow, including shifting some of the books here down to the new place.
I don't think nyghtshayde's online. I came on a short while ago, and I'll be here until I time out (about 10pm my time), so let's see what happens.
And if not, T, I'll see you Tuesday night.
I have been packing things up for transport all weekend long. Friday evening, the very evening of the day I got my flat, I had to sort out all of my books and assorted stuff from the old flat to take them up to the new place. It took mr a bit of time, but I got it all sorted.
Yesterday, I roped in some of my family to help me shift the boxes of things to the new flat. That took most of the day, and by the end of the evening, all the books and other stuff, all the valuable stuff, was safe in the new place.
Today, we had the hardest task to do.
Shifting the furniture.
Fortunately, all I have in the way of furniture, being a bachelor, is one sofa, one armchair, some small units including a side unit for my bedroom, a desk and, of course, the double bed.
We did that today. It took an hour.
Now all that's left for us to do, hopefully tomorrow, will be to go back to the old flat, clean her up a little, tidy up the back garden and pick up the last few scattered bits we couldn't fit in the back of the car or the van tonight.
And after that, I'll be having the time of my life arranging the furniture in my new flat to suit, as well as (of course) sorting out the paperwork with the Council, etc.
It's all going on ...
Oh, and one other thing. When we shifted the bed, we found some items which had fallen over the side, gotten wedged in between the bed and the wall.
They included some money I'd dropped, a Clow card (apparently, the Libra card - don't ask!), the photos of my exes and, of all things, a book.
Anaïs Nin's Delta of Venus.
I'd have hated to seen the looks on the new tenants' faces. "So who was here last?" "Dunno, but he left his porn behind."
Anyhows, it's late, I'm back at the folks' place, the next door neighbours have thrown a party for their little one who's just two years old today. I came in late for the barbecue, but stuck around for the cleanup, and gave the happy parents of the child a card.
Ah, well. Like I said, it's getting late. I have things to be doing tomorrow, including shifting some of the books here down to the new place.
I don't think nyghtshayde's online. I came on a short while ago, and I'll be here until I time out (about 10pm my time), so let's see what happens.
And if not, T, I'll see you Tuesday night.
