At last, our furniture has arrived but in true Underwood style it didn't go off without a hitch! At exactly the same time as our furniture arriving, the guys turned up to collect the rental furniture! So it was a case of running around saying what was to stay and what needed to go.
When the guys turned up with our furniture, they had a massive truck with five wooden crates on it. I stupidly asked, "which crate is ours?", for them to say "all of them!" I can't believe how much stuff we have! From living out of three suitcases and a bit of rental furniture, we now have masses of stuff ... most of which we don't really need...
The guys bought all the boxes in and I had to tick off which box had arrived against the ones which had been packed. They called out the box number as it came out of the crate. I kept wanting to shout, "house" but didn't think it would go down well!
They were all here, which is excellent news (I think the guys were very surprised!) The guys then began to unpack when disaster struck. One of the guys was using a Stanley knife to cut into the boxes when he sliced up his hand very very badly. It went all the way down to the bone (cutting it) and there was masses and masses of blood! We managed to pack it up as best we could and then it was off to casualty. He looked a real tough guy, but I think it shook him up pretty badly. Luckily Nige had taken Molly and Anna to the beach out of the way so she didn't see the carnage ...
Anyway, we have masses of boxes to unpack and very little enthusiasm ...
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