D-Day came last Sunday and went very quickly.
It came so quickly that my father and brother did not have time for breakfast nor last-minute packing. Five men came and loaded all the stuff onto their two lorries. Then, my father had to go to the new house to supervise the shifting while my brother stayed back at the old house to do some last-minute packing.
I also went to the new house after an early lunch.
It worked out well that we planned exactly where we wanted to put each piece of furniture and the boxes. In the end, my father had to pay the movers an additional $50 because of the amount of stuff.
After that, I mopped the floor and my father and I went to buy the ironing board.
The next day, we went to the shop where we bought the TV to get the technician to fix the cables for us in the evening. That costs my father $25.
We went back to the old house to do further packing (and throwing).
On the third day, the cleaners from the Town Council came in the afternoon to dispose of:
- old marble table (that had been around since my brother was a baby)
- old chest of drawers with mirror (which had been around since I could remember)
- old shoe rack (which my father built and which had been around for as long as I could remember). - old wardrobe (that had been bought when we moved into the old house in 1970)
- old washing machine (which had started to make strange noises when washing)
On Wednesday, my father left for a holiday.
Phew! That had been a lot of planning and doing for at least 3 months.
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