Easy moving

More holiday time and regular viewers will be glad to note that I’ve reverted to type and assisted in another house move during time away from work.

Of course, as this was family it was a darn sight easier than the normal house moves.

Technically, it was a flat move and it invovled going from the 6th floor in my Dad’s apartment block to the 9th floor.

Up a lift!

Sorry, this time there will be no stories of manhandling kitchens up flights of stairs or standing in the rain with a damaged leg loading a trailer.

Instead I sauntered along around midday, disassembled the large furniture, moved the large furniture along to the lift (which is just around the corner from the flat), moved it out of the lift, and reassembled the large furniture in place.

No blood spilled and barely a sweat raised.

Of course, my Dad was still getting over a heavy bout of man flu so he was sweating for the both of us.

But I got to leave before 8pm, three cups of tea, 1 sandwich, 1 chocolate eclair and two pieces of his wife’s homemade flapjack heavier, and the only step I’d gone over was onto the balcony.

It’s left me slightly worried – that’s several holidays in a row that have had no more than light work attached – I suspect that there’s a future holiday inbound that’s going to return to form and have me moving a shed from one side of the country to the other.

In the rain.

With TWO damaged legs.

Uphill. Both ways.

Or something.

Of course, I could be a little cynical …