The chap who came to eye up the furniture for removal keeps insisting he can get my desk-a massive big thing- out the window in the living room, despite the minor fact that I know it won't fit out said window. Not that I know anything about moving furniture, but the chaps that delivered couldn't get it in that window.
Neither will my big bookcase fit. I mentioned this, but he says it will, so that's that I suppose. I gave up and nodded. Might as well leave him to find out for himself.
Now I've got to go take inventory of everything I ever owned for the insurance. Then sellotape all the cutlery into different groups. Then clean out the hotpress. Then dismantle the bed the bed in the spare room and make sure I stick the screws to the heardboard in a plastic bag so that I don't lose them like the last time.
Isn't moving the biggest pain in the arse ever?