Yes ladies, the madness has started.
not_nele has arrived, and immediately been put to work.
Enter the complete batshit insanity of
arysteia.
"Let's move this couch", quoth I.
"Absolutely," replied the unwitting victim. "It's the lightest couch in the world."
Which was fine. Until we hit the narrowest staircase in the world. With a 3/4 turn in it.
And got stuck.
It was like that scene in
Friends where Ross was too cheap to get the new couch delivered and they all got stuck while he impotently shouted, "Pivot! Pivvv-ottttt!"
But with giggling instead of shouting. And then I added insult to injury by remembering that I had the balcony doors open and we could just have walked outside.
Doh!
So when we managed to untangle ourselves we did that. And then while I was laughing I let go of the couch too soon and it hit the wall. Which would have been fine with any of the five other couches I moved today (alone!), but no, it was the one with the wooden frame.
So it put a huge dent in the gib.
Nele goggled, but nothing fazed I went and got the plaster and fixed it.
"Do this a lot, do you?" she asked.
Um, no? I was doing DIY last weekend?
In better news, the groceries have been delivered (remember your $20 because Woolworths is now rich and I am now poor), and meals are in the oven. I may be mad as a brush, but I have moments of brilliance too.
Roll on!