The removals people called me shortly after 9am to let me know that they were caught up in traffic on Henley bridge but that they would be with me in moments and could I please run outside to wave them in, which I duly did. They had a look at my packing (extra) and agreed that loading the van wouldn't take more than an hour, so I told them I was just going to run to the letting agent and hand back the keys, first making sure that the doors were all on the latch .
The letting agent was as charmless as ever; she wanted to know why there was a stick of photographs and I told her that it was date stamped evidence of the state of the place when I had left it. She told me that she was interested only in the evidence provided by the inventory clerk who would be making an inspection on 18th July and reminded me that I was responsible for the property until then. I told her I was well aware of all of that, and then I left.
Get outta Henley baby go!
While travelling in the van to Bedford my phone rang and it was another recruitment agent wanting to know if I was interested in a job making as-built drawings of highways. I told them I had just accepted a job making proposed drawings of roofs but thanked them for considering me. I then contacted my former colleague who might be very interested in a job like that and passed on the details of the person who had just called me.
We arrived in Bedford shortly after 11:30am and as the team unpacked the van, I began assembling furniture. I had been thrilled after my initial visit to work out that this sofa was going to fit this well into my daylit alcove. I finished late and too tired to write a blip.