Monday, February 09, 2004
It's all gone. The house is empty but for us, our luggage and what we're leaving behind. We have another 36 hours or so here, before we decant to the hotel at Heathrow. The actual moving out process was more boring than painful. A flurry of activity as the removal guys started their work, half a dozen cups of tea, and then sit on your backside waiting for the stuff to be packed. From about 9.30 to 4pm non-stop. Well, they stopped for a few minutes for tea and a smoke.
The stuff was packed well, no qualms about stuff being broken unless a container gets dropped. The estimate (for which we paid) was 407 cu/ft, and the actual was pegged at 400. Close enough for me.
I have to collect the hire car tomorrow morning. This means jumping on a bus to Seven Sisters and then getting the underground. After that, we'll drop off some rubbish at the council dump, and post most of the remaining eBay items. In the evening, we'll go to the Navigation Inn for dinner, then back home for our last night in our house, because on Wednesday, we'll be handing over the keys and escaping Enfield forever.
I missed the All-Star game, though I caught the score on the BBC news site. I'd have liked to have seen the game.
Off to bed happy now, as all but one of the big tasks of leaving have been done now. After completing the sale of the house, it only leaves the tasks involved in setting up home in a new country. That's going to be a rich vein for the blog. Toodle pip.
The stuff was packed well, no qualms about stuff being broken unless a container gets dropped. The estimate (for which we paid) was 407 cu/ft, and the actual was pegged at 400. Close enough for me.
I have to collect the hire car tomorrow morning. This means jumping on a bus to Seven Sisters and then getting the underground. After that, we'll drop off some rubbish at the council dump, and post most of the remaining eBay items. In the evening, we'll go to the Navigation Inn for dinner, then back home for our last night in our house, because on Wednesday, we'll be handing over the keys and escaping Enfield forever.
I missed the All-Star game, though I caught the score on the BBC news site. I'd have liked to have seen the game.
Off to bed happy now, as all but one of the big tasks of leaving have been done now. After completing the sale of the house, it only leaves the tasks involved in setting up home in a new country. That's going to be a rich vein for the blog. Toodle pip.
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