Airbed fight

Morning everyone, or afternoon or evening which ever it is for you when you read this.

I'm currently sat in the library on sat on a chair that is on a slant going down which I cannot fix and the screen I am using is also pointing down and its on some sort of metal arm that should be able to adjust yet mine doesn't and it keeps slipping down. So not a great start but I'm not complaining.

We still haven't got Internet at the house hence why I'm here. I could tell you about how angry Sean has been getting but to be honest I've only go an hour on the computer and it'll take me all that time to just scratch the surface. Sean without Internet is like me without my shoes (you get the picture)

There is a old man opposite me coughing and its slightly annoying as he's not even covering his mouth. First sigh of the day!

Anyway back to the subject in hand .......

First I have to say after writing each week I honestly think I cannot write anything that will top it but this week I think I can....

So lets set the scene, its last Thursday - the day all our wordly goods arrive. Yippee.

I wake up to ... as the subject says to bad wind. NOT MINE I have to say, but its literally blowing a gale outside but I don't let that dampened my spirits. Hell no.

So I've been told by Maureen that the guys will be at the house between 11 -12. Perfect. Plenty of time for me to do the empty room inspection several times and gives me time to deflate 2 single airbeds and one double airbed. Oh and pack away 2 camping chairs.

So I start with the single airbeds. Even managed to get them back in the box they came from. Feeling pretty smug I start on the double one.

OH my days this thing has grown, it is NOT folding right it is NOT going in the box it came from and it is NOT doing what I want it to. I will not let it beat me so I wrestle, swear and kick it and eventually it goes in the box. I put it away in the laundry room vowing never to see it again.....

Its about 9.30 am now, empty room check done, think I'll have a coffee.

Sitting there I decide to move the car so the movers have got more room in (the double garage hehe) so I press the button to open the door NOTHING. Press it again. Still NOTHING.  Press the key fob, yup  NOTHING.

Crap. Trying not to panic I phone the letting agency who says she'll check with the owner and get back to me straight away.

Sean then tx's to say he's in the Canberra times in the society bit, not wanting to miss this I walk to Guru to get a copy. (its a free weekly magazine that has all whats going on in Canberra) Anyway yes there he is looking all cool and yummy. Not sure why they took his pic though, it was from the Canberra show he worked at last week.

On the way back to the house I get a phone call from the movers saying they're stuck in traffic and won't be here till 1pm. OK I guess can't be helped.

An hour has passed now since I called the letting agency. So I phone her back,she says all I need to do is press the reset button on the unit. So I grab a wonky bar stool (one that the kids put together so not 100% tight, hey ho. And clamber up it to look at the reset button Only there isn't one. So I turn it off at the plug besides the unit and stand on the stool for a while whilst looking for scaries, Turn the unit back on climb down form the stool and press the button. NOTHING.

Do this about 3 times in the hope it may work but it doesn't. So I ring the letting girl again and guess what? She's gone out. So I explain again I need this door open today slightly shrieking at the receptionist 'My wordly goods are coming today' I get put through to another letting agent who explains all I need to do is pull the red cord back and the door will open and that will reset the door.

Awesome, feeling accomplished I walk back to the garage to pull the cord. Only the bloody car is parked in the middle of the garage where the cord is hanging down. Sigh, not a problem, I scrabble to grab the cord and then walk back to lift the door, I get about 1/4 of the way up and I cannot hold it anymore, my feet are slipping the door is heavier than I don't know what and the cord is NOT moving. so I let it pull me back to the starting position. Do this a few more times and on the last time I get a little higher, high enough to see 2 builders opposite who are standing there mouths wide open looking shocked to say the least. The door will NOT open.

So brain wave, I walk across the road slightly hysterical and tears in my eyes I speak to the first builder lets called him Silent Jim 'Please can you help me, my wordly goods are coming today and I cant get my garage door open, I was wondering if you could help' His reply - absolutely NOTHING. He just stands and stares at me with his mouth touching the floor, to say the lights were on would be a huge lie, there was nothing on with this guy. I keep looking at him expecting a reply he keeps looking at me, (and my hair wasn't even wild today so I knew it wasn't that)

'Can you help me' I practically scream. Still nothing.

I then hear from the builder on the roof  lets called him Slow Mo "don't bother speaking to him, he doesn't speak English'

Marvellous.

"Can you help me then please' I whimper.

He replies he can, but then DOESN'T move. So I'm still standing there being stared at by silent Jim still gawping waiting for slow MO, a few minutes pass, so I shout "Are you coming then or not, I need my door opened my goods are coming today'

Slow Mo meanders down and starts to try and open the door from the outside, seriously I'm thinking now I should've asked the neighbours dog to help (Dayus) he'd have been more useful.

I explain to the slow Mo I don't think the door will open that way so I suggest to go into the garage. Here he has the same problem as me the cord will not pull all the way back. So I suggest he gets the door high enough so I can drive out (I'm even contemplating doing A team style out the garage but don't think that will go down well with the owner)

So what does he do, gets it high enough asks me to hold it when I've told him its too heavy and shoves a box of grass seed in the side to keep the door open and then walks off. Cheers Mo.

So I have a few seconds I'm guessing before that falls, so I jump in the car, rev it way to high (accidentally) and drive out sort of A team style but not through the actual garage door.

Park up and walk casually back to the garage while shouting thank you to Mo, Jim is still gawping. (he honestly was)

Try to get the grass seed out only I can't because Mo has put it too high up, so I have to jump several times to release the box and quickly grab the cord to stop the door smashing to the floor. Then I start to chuckle because I think this will make a good story to tell you lot!

More time to do the empty room check now.

(Jeeze just checked the time on the computer I only have 15 minutes left, you only get an hour a day, I'll come back tomorrow and reply to everyone that's emailed separately)

Right so the movers turn up ridiculously late and I know there wasn't a bad accident because I checked, any how. They arrive and announce they're called Yannis and Eddie. An hour later Sean arrives (back from Sydney where the movers have taken & hours to come from yeah right, Sean did it in 3, took the hire car back and went to his office)

I'm sat there marking off the boxes they're calling out, the first maybe 20 or so are clothes or shoes, several comments from then about how many shoes does one person need. Erm excuse me I told them there is 4 of us!!!

Sean arrives and I introduce them as Yannis and Eddie which is what I've been calling them, a few minutes later Yannis announces to Sean his name is Eunice (maybe not spelt like that but that's how he said it) and Eddie suddenly became Alex. What on earth.

Then they proceed to ask me where abouts in Scotland am I from. 'I'm not scottish' I shriek, they simply say 'well you sound it'

Right I have to go only 7 minutes left and I have to check a few other things online.

I'll be back tomorrow she says in her true Scots accent.