Moving Day

A friend of some 50+ years ( we emigrated to Canada together in the 60's) was moving from a large house to an apartment in the centre of town so I drove down to help her move.
Up at some unearthly hour, ready for the Removal Men to arrive at 8.30 a.m. They were fantastic. Nothing was too much trouble for them and we were entertained by their humour and fun all through the day. They made 2 trips to the new apartment with numerous rests in the garden of the old house, which were well earned.
The weather was kind to us and it was exciting to know that nearly everything had gone from the house now.
A meal out, back to the house to sleep - very, very tired after a long day.