We were asked if we could spare some time to help. We agreed and offered to store some stuff for them in our conservatory. This enabled them to make the house they we moving from look less cluttered and improve the chances of selling it. Boy did they have a lot of heavy stuff! My husband and I collected it all for them over a couple of trips to save them driving across town, as they had two kids and were up to their eyes in packing and all the joys that go with preparing to move.When they finally sold their house we were asked if we could also pitch in on their moving day to help ferry their possessions over to the new property. They didn’t want to hire a professional removals company as they were only moving about a mile away from their current location and didn’t want to ‘waste money’. We agreed that we would be available if their moving date was on a Friday, as both my husband and I worked Sunday to Thursday night shifts.
When we finished unloading the van (which, amongst other delightful, heavy items included a fridge that they hadn’t emptied – what a mess!) there were a pile of boxes marked up as ‘kitchen items‘. While the lads shifted the the larger furniture I carried the boxes through to the kitchen. Pete’s mum told me that Julia had asked for her to unpack the crockery etc. into the cupboards. Would I give her a hand? I thought that was odd as surely it would be better for Julia to do that herself so that she knew where everything was? When I voiced my concerns and said that I’ll find Julia and let her know that the kitchen stuff was ready to be put away Pete’s mum told me that Julia wasn’t actually there..