Today started at 6 am. I would like to say that I bounced out of bed but in reality I didn't. Last night we headed to our local bar at around 8 o clock to drop off a friend's coat and ended up staying until 11 pm. John - coat guy - is one of my bridge pupils. For the past year or so I have been teaching bridge to a couple of guys. (We started with 3 but one dropped out.) What happens is, we drink lots of wine, eat lots of food and play bridge. Steve had taken to calling it "four bottle bridge", because we usually get through four bottles of very decent claret. Pity about the bridge.
But back to the move. The packers didn't finish today. The trouble was that the truck wasn't big enough so although pretty much everything was packed they couldn't load it. So, now it is sitting in the garage and will be finished tomorrow.
The house is looking very sad. I thought I could get away with painting here and there but in reality there is a lot more to be done. Thank you Mohammed - my favourite painter in the whole wide world. He had never let me down and today was no exception. I called him yesterday and let a message to he effect that
a. there will be a lot more painting
and
b. with a day's notice , please come on Friday.
This morning there was a message on my answer phone and a very cheery Mohammed saying "no problem".
So my day was spent following the packers around and as each room was emptied I was going in with vacuum, cleaning products and rubbish bags. The result is that I have absolutely no nails left. Tomorrow I am off to the manicurist. Not sure there will be anything left to paint.
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