Thursday, May 15, 2014

Flat Day - My Final Visit

A bitter-sweet day today as I travelled down to my Brother’s at ‘silly o’clock’, and then onto Mum’s flat for the ‘final clear-out’. It was hard to believe that it’s highly likely I’ll never need to visit there again in the future - a poignant moment. Our day began with the obligatory : ) early-morning breakfast, at the imaginatively titled ‘Spitfire’ Cafe in the high street, where we both tucked into a full-English, before heading back to the flat.

Spitfire Cafe

On a more positive note, the morning was very productive as we managed to arrange for the final pieces of furniture and other items to be picked-up and removed that day; engage a local solicitor to deal with the sale, AND confirm we already have a buyer!

It didn’t take long to get everything sorted, and after a brief and very helpful meeting with the Solicitor, we were back in the flat helping the ‘van-men’ load-up. The residents, true-to-form, made a complaint to the House Manager about the lift being used to transport the bits-and-pieces, as they obviously thought that ‘furniture weight’ is somehow different - and heavier - to ‘human weight’ - we tried to explain that a kilo is still a kilo, but they were having none of it! Fortunately, our two van-men managed to escape without being hung, drawn and quartered by the residents! - and with the morning mission accomplished, I dropped Neil back at his.

I had a trouble-free journey home - it’s the longest journey ‘Marco’ (the Polo - geddit?!) has done in a day: 232 miles round trip - and after Monday’s embarrassment, redeemed itself well by getting me home in under two hours.

Some final shots of the flat..

Sad smile