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Nicky somehow managed to convince Keith that what he really wanted to do on his day off at the end of a week's holiday-with-stuff-to-do was drive a rental van to and fro between oldflat and newhouse seeing as Nicky's not in the ideal state to drive a van (and certainly not to lug boxes out of cupboards and down stairs and into vans and out of vans and up stairs and into piles) and I'm frequently too scared of driving to drive Nicky's winkywee tinycar, never mind something into which Nicky's car could conceivably fit if it wasn't for the protrusion into the van cargo-space of the wheel arches. Keith seemed to positively enjoy driving it and also handily drove in a manner which only made me invisible brake pedal once and make an involuntary parking-concern noise twice. He would have been perfectly within his rights to have leaned casually on the bonnet throughout the loading and unloading processes but helped out with those too, especially handy when it came to hoicking one of those plastic garden shedlet-things (identical to the one that came free with the house (which also contains similar contents by way of the free lawnmower and garden tools, though lacked three free old perished bicycle tyres, a small shite portable foldaway barbecue and an egg coddler which saw brief service as an ashtray)) over the wall from the flat's garden into the lane whence it would be onwardly-hoicked into the van. Though the plastic shedlet arrived flat-packed it looked like it would have taken far too long to dismantle so that it could be simply carried in pieces through the Gate of Inadequate Width. It was slightly easier hoicking it over the garden fence of the house as it was a good two feet shorter and was almost the last action of the day. As well as taking a second vanload (including the shedlet) from the flat he had previously assisted in the extraction of a temporary sofa from a third-floor flat of another of his and Nicky's co-colleagues (and the inevitable transfer of the same sofa into the house), the sorting, piling, boxing, loading and unloading of the first vanload of stuff from the flat and slightly prior to that the retrieval from the fourth-floor flat of a surprisingly heavy iron-legged dining-table donated by another co-colleague. Hopefully when the sofa is called back in it'll be to a different location, preferably on a lower floor although returning it to the same location would mean I could get a photo of the oddly photogenic stairwell down which the sofa was delicately lowered.