Basically, because I was only moving 100 yards down the road, I decided not to hire a van, and instead use my pimp-mobile. Plus I enlisted the help of my cousin Jane, and another chum, who is shy, so I shall call him Sabre for the purposes of this blog.
We decided to start the move early at 11am, and I had a cunning plan to move a room at a time, so that I wouldn't have to work out where things were going at the new abode, which kind of worked out pretty well, but didn't negate the amount of hard work we had to put in.
Suffice to say, we did 12 car journeys back and forth ...... and my car is like a van inside when the seats are all collapsed, so that's a lot of stuff. And, I can categorically state that I would rather twat my sofa into pieces with a spade, than try and get it out of the house if I ever leave. That's because the most painful moment of the move was manoeuvring the bastard through a door, and around a 90 degree bend without it touching the floor. It was harder than nailing jelly to a tree.
But Jane and Sabre were magnificent like a Mighty Meat Feast pizza, and by 8pm, we had pretty much moved everything into my new house.
And because I am kind like Florence Nightingale (except I don't tend to sick soldiers), I have got some 'before' and 'after' pictures for you ...........
Pic.No.1 Before - this was my new dining room just after we had finished moving
Pic.No.2 After - this was my dining room this evening (that's my computer on the table that I blog from)
Pic.No.3 I haven't got a 'before' picture of this angle. But technically, this is an 'after' picture of the view into the kitchen from the dining room (all those boxes on the floor are my Christmas decorations waiting to go up)
Pic.No.4 Before - This was my kitchen shortly after moving in
Pic.No.5 After - This was my kitchen this evening
Pic.No.6 Before - Another view of my kitchen shortly after moving in
Pic.No.7 After - This is what my kitchen looks like now. Yes, I know that if you live in America, it probably looks small, but everything is WAY smaller in the UK
Pic.No.8 This was Jane donning one of my hats that she found during the move .... nob!
Pic.No.9 This is Naughty George's new home ...... a basket right next to the radiator. He bloody loves it. He only gets out twice a day to piss on my potted plants in the garden
Pic.No.10 Before - This was my living room after just moving in
Pic.No.11 After - This is my living room today. It has actually deteriorated because after I moved, I realised that I had a cellar full of shit that needed moving from the old house (hence the boxes) ....... but it'll get sorted
Pic.No.12 Before - This was the fireplace after just moving in. Those horse-brasses hanging off the fireplace were gross and had to go
Pic.No.13 After - Jeez the whole room still looks like something from the 70s. I REALLY need to paint that horrible cupboard in the corner and get rid of the BROWN curtains. They make me want to vom
Pic.No.14 And ....... sigh ................ I still have piles of stuff that need to be put somewhere ..... and that's after donating a ton of stuff to charity and to the local school
Pic.No.15 Gulp, this is my DVD surround-sound system. It's been on the floor for a week now because I haven't got a clue what all the wires plug into
Pic.No.16 Another cool thing was that a company called Scotch Brite read that I was moving house and sent me a whole load of freebie cleaning stuff ....... not that I like cleaning, mind you, but it is still ace getting freebies
Also, as expected, despite getting a text from BT informing me that my services were going to be 'live' from last Saturday, (and them delivering all my phone/broadband equipment on-time), it didn't happen.
I plugged my phone and wi-fi router in as instructed and ...... nothing.
So I logged a support call with British Telecom (BT) which went on for two days. We had multiple conversations trying to diagnose the fault, but nothing came to fruition.
But then, a guy called Aaron - nice chap - who had lived in the house before me turned up to collect some of his post. I happened to ask him about whether he had managed to get broadband when he lived here.
"Yeh easily," he said, pointing to a plug socket near to the front door (a socket that I hadn't even noticed) ............................. suffice to say it was NOT the socket that my stuff was plugged into.
And would you berluddy believe it .... I plugged all my kit into the new socket .......... and it worked immediately. DOH.
Apologies to BT ............ they didn't miss a beat ........ it was all my fault. Great service, respect due.
P.S. So Dahlink, how are your Christmas preparations going?