Day 1 of the house move

Ok, well not exactly day 1 as we’ve been moving boxes in the evenings, but it’s day 1 of the moving long weekend.

Things got off to an average start. Met the gardener, took him through to the nursery to get some weed killer? Yup, wedd-killer. Coming from a city slicker who’s never really had to worry about grass, my gardener is throwing bottle after bottle of the stuff into our trolley. One for rose bugs, one for broad leaf weeds, one for weeds in grass, one for weeds on paving…good thing I took him with me. Or not! Then onto Mica to buy a weed-eater. He’s insisting that he needs one (850 watt electric to be precise) if he’s going to maintain the garden to the standard of the previous owners. Into the trolley the following items, along with the weed-eater: extension cord, rake, garden broom, pressurised container to mix and spray the weed killer, extra gut for weed-eater, plastic bags, wire. I reckon he’s pretty sorted now – for at least a year anyway.

Next up, the alarm guys. They’ve delayed the installation by 2 weeks because their supplier only got back from holiday this week. Fantastic! They thought they’d come across and tell me in person. Thoughtful of them. They also pointed out the 35 metre’s of trench that I’m going to need to dig (through manicured flowerbeds, around trees, under paving), so that they can lay their cabling and whatever else they need to install. The real reason for their visit I suspect.

And finally, the fridge guys arrive. They’re a little later than I had hoped, but they arrived on the agreed day, which is always appreciated. Time to get that double door puppy into the space between the two cupboards. It’ll fit guys – I measured. Oh Shit! I didn’t cater for the height of that piece of metal protruding from the top of the fridge!

Wave the delivery guys off, and now sit down trying to figure out how I’m going to sort this one out. I could always cut some of the cupboard away. Or better yet, rip some of the tiles up and dig a trench for the fridge to sit in. It only needs to go down 5cm. I though they had adjustable legs on these things. After 30 minutes of irrational thinking, I figure that all I need to do is dismantle the cupboard above the fridge, take it out, and shave the 4-5 cm off that.

So that’s what I’m going to do. Tomorrow. With hired help!

I’m wasted. Its pizza tonight, and then we start with the next set of challenges. Getting the couches through the 1^st floor sliding door of the townhouse, into the garden below, and onto the removal truck. I’m paying for that though. I did it manually once before. This time I took the attitude of “if you throw money at the problem, it’ll eventually go away”.