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Published: February 18th 2014
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Woolly says – Time seems to pass so quickly with a paintbrush in your trunk. Having completed my room, the hall and the living room (with very little help from that idle pair I might add!), we were at last ready for the arrival of our furniture. I was so excited at the thought of finally having my whole wardrobe out of storage and seeing what snacks had been packed in the UK. The moving day arrived and Ian left Jo and I packing up our temporary home while he headed for the mountains and our storage facility, ‘should be back in an hour or so with the first load’ were his immortal last words! Jo, under my supervision of course, packed the rest of our temporary home up and we walked up the road to await the van. I skateboarded round the living room and balcony, twiddled my paws and waited with still no sign. Three hours passed and I grew tired of playing golf in the hall while listening to Jo’s cries of ‘don’t damage the paintwork’ and still we waited.
Three and a half later and Ian sent a text ‘on our way, sort of!’ with Woolly barely containing himself we went and sat outside to await his arrival. Half an hour later and Woolly and I nearly fell off our perches as an open topped wagon arrived piled high to overflowing with ALL of our worldly goods, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the sight.
Ian says – it had been an interesting morning to say the least. I arrived at the rendezvous to meet the lorry and the ‘lads’, I’ll have to check the dictionary definition of lads, these guys were rapidly heading toward their seventies! As we headed into the mountains they turned into a bunch of women, gossiping about EVERYTHING we passed. Arriving at our storage garage they gawped, whistled under their breath, asked for more money, and after a long debate, actually started to load up the furniture. As the lorry filled up I thought that would be it for the first load but no, they just kept going! Somehow, with a lot of swearing and tying of ropes, they managed to get it all on. So, off we went again. Well, until boxes started sliding down the windscreen anyway. On went the brakes and out we all jumped. Once again more debate and swearing, then boxes were put back on the top and more rope appeared. With no danger of any of the load moving now, off we went again. ‘Next stop, the apartment’ I thought. Instead we pulled over at a garage. ‘Getting some fuel’ I thought………no, were stopping to change a tyre! With the usual Turkish health and safety, they preceded to jack up a fully laden lorry, remove the back wheels and start crawling about right under the rear axle. While this was going on, the oldest of the ‘lads’ decided to play with one of the trolley jacks, lifting himself up in the air and dropping back down with a huge grin on his face. With the tyre sorted (and no-one dead) we managed the final part of the journey to the apartment, much to my relief.
Woolly says – My pool table! MY Jeep!!!! MY SNACKS!!!!! All of my possessions were balanced precariously on top, what was Ian thinking of! As they reversed the lorry in I stood ready to help only to be told, rather rudely I thought, to ‘get
out of the way’ as the first ‘boy’ a mere sixty something year old put the settee on his back and headed up the stairs. I galloped behind and congratulated him on his strength before watching the next ‘boy’, a mere whipper snapper of seventy, arrive with the washing machine on his back. WOW, these ‘boys’ are good! An hour or so later and our entire collection of belongings were in rooms, with towers of boxes lining the walls and enough wrapping materials for me to lose myself in for years to come.
The job seemed endless, with Woolly getting in the way. After being found throwing green polystyrene around we banished him to the balcony with his newly discovered Jeep while Ian and I continued the battle of the box. Woolly says – I was having great fun driving over everything in my path I don’t know what they were moaning about. It’s amazing the difference a few days make and as packing rubbish disappeared, our home really started to take shape. Cupboards and freezers are now filled with tasty morsels for me to feast on, seeds are starting to sprout,
although they don’t look like sprouts to me! In fact except for the kitchen and bathroom which need totally rebuilding, we’re pretty snug. With no outings or trips on the immediate horizon I have found myself settling into a lovely routine with the hardest decision of the day being which balcony to sun myself on and what to have for tea.
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Home and Away
Bob Carlsen
Home sweet home!
I look forward to your reports of your new life...and travels.