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The most amazing, disgusting, astonishing or probably most boring stories of mine will be published in this blog to bore everybody, who possibly thought ‘lets have a look’ J Just kidding. Have fun and don’t be afraid providing me with some feedback. No mail bombs though!
THE BIG MOVE.
Moving in a new house or flat, basically a new home is something amazing. Starting a new life in a new home can be the start of something really beautiful – yeah BACKPAIN. Moving is fun, if somebody else is doing it for you.
Lifting heavy and big furniture 1 floor down and then 2 up isn’t funny. Especially if you have to carry things like 100kg washing machine or boxes full of files and books which already look like ‘you won’t lift me!’. Anyway. After a busy day at work, travel down south for other appointment and other things being in mind I finally came back to our new flat in Chester Le Street for the ‘now-please-hand-the-keys-over’ appointment. All fine, didn’t take long, at all. Than back to the old home to start taken a few, already prepared, boxes and necessities to the new home. Takes me about 15 minutes for one way. So this day I already had 3 or 4 loads taken over into the new home. Mostly all the stuff you would need in the first days. Like shower gel, tooth brush, food, BEER (of course), etc. But all the furniture – and more – was still sitting and waiting to get moved. So on Tuesday my good old friend Hannes, who was just coming back from
Hannes was so kind and did load the van with the first few things out of their flat, for us to take. At our old flat we than added some stuff and off we went to
The first big thing, literally, to overcome was the washing machine. Which I love to call the friend of spinal operation, as they are so connected. But as clever as we are, we just dragged it to the stairs and did slide it down the stairs on a strong paper slide-thingy. Done! No worries, no hurries; we thought. More and more stuff was loaded into the van and more and more stuff was actually carried up the stairs.
Here a quite nasty remark (but I just have to be that honest). It is always good NOT to have women involved into a move. Why? Well I better don’t go into that any further. Actually I already regret putting that in ;)
Hannes and I had a highly professional discussion about in which order to get the 2nd load upstairs. That was the ugly, heavy, disgusting, back-crushing load we feared of. Hannes: we should start with the heavy washing machine cause if that is done it’ll become easier afterwards. I: well but why not leave it to the end, as we then know, this is done – all is done. Hannes: but it might be better at the beginning when we still have full power. I: but imaging we have to use all that power to get the washing machine up the stairs. (I just want to make sure you remember: 2nd floor) Hannes: but we might be too exhausted [literally: worn out] after all the other furniture and stuff brought upstairs. I: just think how our backs will hurt after the washing machine. ANYWAY: after we came to the decision to bring it up first thing we found us upstairs with it already ;)
It only took us 2 loads [both with van and car] to bring most of the stuff from our small little flat to the new mansion (just kidding)
But the new flat is quite amazing in comparison to the old one: 2 bedrooms (master bedroom = en-suite), open plan kitchen, enough space for all the crap we cannot get rid off. Space for dining table, wonderful carpet, and close to
As soon as I find some time I will provide some pictures for you to have a look at.
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