Finally it's goodbye to my home of the last year and a half, and in some ways good riddance, though I will miss some of the conveniences of the quiet surrounding neighbourhood. The apartment was too small, too old, and a little bit dangerous. "Dangerous?" I hear you ask. Well, just look at The Stairs to the front door!
They descend directly onto the road, and the road is without pavements; a one-way, one-lane, one car-width shortcut across a train line and between two large arterial roads. That means fast cars and scant pedestrian refuge. Many a rainy night I trod The Stairs with life-or-death focus on the task at hand.
How I marvelled some time ago, when two delivery guys manhandled an inherited fridge (thanks Nick!) up The Stairs, through the front door - only marginally larger than The Fridge itself - and into the kitchen, whilst miraculously removing their shoes in the process!
Moving The Fridge out last week was similarly miraculous, but in a significantly more alarming vein. This time one of the moving guys lost it on The Stairs, and nearly paid for it with his life. The Fridge is big, and one man alone cannot stop it (save Damian perhaps), so down The Stairs went The Fridge taking with it the hapless moving guy. Along came a car on its high-speed shortcut, and ...
Somehow he survived with only a bruised leg and badly scraped arm. The Fridge suffered a slightly crumpled underside and dented backpiece but luckily still works. The concrete paving at the bottom of the stairs had several chunks smashed off by The Fridge. But The Stairs ...
The Stairs remain. Undamaged. Securely in place. And in my mind.
4 comments:
Care not for me.
Rather, spare a thought for those unsung heroes who face these trials and tribulations every day - and sometimes come away the worse for wear.
And maybe The Fridge enjoyed it.
It sure has a few kinks in it now!
House-moving! Gotta love it . . .
. . . not! It reminds me of a certain album that you once gave me a copy of, that I listened to during my big move down to Uni in Christchurch, and that has since become my traditional 'unpacking in a new flat' music - 'Pills, Thrills and Bellyaches' by The Happy Mondays.
I hope the colossal upheaval-of-life that was moving your worldly possessions from one locale to another went as pain-free as possible, and further hope it served as an entree for the slightly more colossal upheaval-of-life coming your way next month. Looking forward to your 'moving into my new pad' post ( and pics! ) sometime soon.
:)
p.s. yip, I coulda taken the fridge . . .
Thanks for your good wishes pal. Without internet at home it's been difficult to organise posting.
I don't have an unpacking theme, but my cruising around on my bike theme has been "Torque" for a couple of years now. Suits Tokyo, but perhaps new circumstance will brings all sorts of changes.
When the internet arrives it will be 100Mb. <:-))
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