After a day which was so far out of my comfort zone I was in another universe and not in a good way, everything finally made it ito storage.
I had a little strop at the storage place as I was given the wrong unit. Problem solved when they doubled the size of the unit for same cost. Who says I don’t have a price?
Another minor strop with the removalists as they were late and tried to overcharge me. Still to be resolved.
But then after the most physically challenging and stressful day I’ve had in years, I went to Queen’s Park and discovered we now have a floor! Hurray, we’re back to where we started three months ago!
Two glasses of wine later it all started to feel like a blur and suddenly nothing seemed that bad!
Is the worst over?