Moving

Yes, there was an axe involved. Albeit a small one!

A few weeks ago the person who owns the place where I have my things in storage sent me a message: could I please empty it? Well, not right then I couldn't, but I would do so at the first possible opportunity. Which turned out to be today.

I had asked around on Facebook if there was somebody willing to help me do just that and one person answered. Mr Crikey himself would have loved to help he said, but was a bit far away. I think that with over a week, he could have made something happen, but alas, we were only two this morning.

My friend had the use of a pick-up and a small trailer. The problem was, she was not allowed to drive with a trailer. I was allowed, but was really bad at reversing. Problem solved: I would drive, she would reverse.

It was tough wood, but my friend made short work of it.
She just hit the sides of the dresser and done!

We got to the storage and I thought I would at least try and reverse. And for some reason I actually managed it quite well. Which was good news. The stuff in storage was the bad news: it was all mouldy and icky and my friend had to jump back on one or two occasions (spiders). But, we managed to get loads in the car and trailer and off we set to the dump.

There I had to pay before being allowed to throw away. I saw an absolutely beautiful dresser in great nick, but decided to leave it where it was and instead add my stuff to it. We then drove back for the second load. The heavy and large items. After having deposited those as well, we took the trailer back home and with only the pick-up and my car we went to pick up the last of the items: garden furniture. 

So, the stuff I have now, is the stuff I have. Nothing in storage at all. Mind you, we're going to that Swedish place next week...