Moving: Day 1

I don’t have a lot of luck with picking days to move house.  Back in 1987 there was the infamous ‘Michael Fish’ hurricane; I was moving house that day.  The removers wouldn’t leave the depot as the lorry was nearly blowing over and we got off lightly, only losing a fence.  Today wasn’t anywhere near as bad, but it poured with rain all day and one of the men didn’t turn up as he’d recently discovered he’d been in contact with someone with Covid-19.  But they got on well, and hope to be able to finish tomorrow, although they have Friday to finish if need be.  The house is now feeling very un-homely; empty rooms and boxes all over like in this one; I’m definitely ready to leave now.