We were up by six doing last minute things before the carpet layers arrived. I had spent most of yesterday clearing things. I would not like to think how many books I have gotten rid of over the years, and now refined to ones I want to keep, most of which I will never read again but there are still many. I had parked my car outside overnight in case a space was required for the layers, so at 7.30 we went out and put money in the meter and took Jack for a walk. The layers rang to say they were leaving and would arrive within half an hour.
The called again when parked in the lane behind The Highrise. R told them that they must park in the lane and bring the carpet in via the ground floor and the lift would be protected and isolated by nine. They said point blank they were not carrying the carpet in from the lane. They came up to the apartment to survey the job as we tried to get in touch with the building morning cleaner. No answer. Hunted around the building. Stress levels rising. The layers said they would go and have some breakfast. Eventually the cleaner answered his phone. Yes, they can park inside and he will soon have the lift isolated. Relief. R went downstairs again and apparently the cleaner was unsure where they could park in the building. The cleaner called the building manager of the building next door who knows our building well and he told the layers of an empty double car space they could use. Our proper building manager arrives at ten.
We had hoped to keep the kitchen area clear, but no, they dumped all their tools there. Jack was running around and excitable. I locked him my ensuite with his sheepskin. He soon worked out how to open the sliding door. The boss layer made it quite clear we ought to go out for the day and let them do what they do best. Outside it rained nearly all day, so an inside area was required. R had a brainwave. We have the keys to Jack's owner's place. We will go there. Firstly we were hungry and decided to go Southland which I have not been to for nearly twenty years. R goes there at times on work related matters, so at least had a vague idea of where to park. A place called Schnitz has opened and we had some rather fine schnitzel nosh. Later at the other end where had parked, yes we must have crossed over Nepean Highway, we found a non chain place that looked like it might have good coffee, and it did. I went into the nearby Reject shop and bought an HDMI cable for $10 to connect up the old digital tv recorder so we can record even more rubbish to mostly not watch. I said to R, do we need some Scotch tonight? He most emphatically said yes.
Jack had been quite happy sitting in the car and he is a good traveller. We then weaved to Jack's mum's place in Ormond. We normally drive there from Grange Road, but we were coming from Koornang Road and we stopped outside what looked like her place. I had some misgivings that it was her place. Something did not seem right, but my mind was not working well. R opened the aluminium door and tried to open the front the door but the key would not turn. He kept trying. Then some poor Asian lass opened the door and I thought who is this staying at our dyke friend's place while she is away? It was the wrong flat block, although very similar.
R walked Jack along the street, in the rain, while I slowly drove along. There it is. There is her car. It is red brick, not brown brick. The entrance is higher. Duh.
Jack was happy to be in his home. We turned the heating on and our friend has Foxtel cable television, so we started watching UKTV, from the BBC. We watched Heartbeat, Coronation Street, East Enders (Dot Cotton is still alive!) and Hollyoaks. I am not sure why British people watch our crap tv shows Neighbours and Home and Away, when they make perfectly good crap tv of their own, Heartbeat excepted, which was rather good.
I had just dozed off and the building manager called. There is not lift activity, do they still need the lift isolated? I don't know. We are out of the building. Go up and ask them. He must have and given them dire warnings that lift was back to operational at 4.
We walked Jack again, in the rain, and set off for home. We left Jack in the car, although while so relaxed when arriving at a destination, he worked out it was our place and was anxious. We were about forty minutes too early. They were finishing off the last bedroom. I went out to retrieve my car from the street. and still it was raining. They moved the furniture almost back to place, no heavy lifting for us, and such relief. They had gone. Now we could put the place back together and there is no rush. Priority one, lounge tv, priority two, my and R's beds, priority three, R's tv set up, priority four, computer. The days of a power plug and an antenna have long past. The wires in The Highrise must surely stretch a kilometre or two if laid out.
We worked really hard for a few hours but by seven we had noticed the sun had well and truly passed the yard arm and time for a glass of wine. R fed Jack and then cooked some vegetables for us for us to eat with thawed out and heated Shepard's Pie. And then we hit the wall. Can't do much more, and we haven't. I did google 'connect cable modem to router' though, as I could not remember how it was all connected. Success. Just a tidy up of wires needed now.
Apart from stress (imagine what it would be like to disconnect everything in your home and find places to put them out of the way, strip three beds and put the linen in the bath, have piles of wires from this thing and that and bloody books), it was a hard day, so if you want to say, you did really well Andrew, I don't mind. We are both praising each other. We did well.
Buying a bottle of Scotch was such a good idea and tomorrow we will get stuck in to get the place even more back to normal.
Damage? R broke his bedside lamp and we called in to Beacon for a replacement and it was on special. Broken tv plug for R's bedroom tv, but because we are high up, his tv barely needs an ariel connection. Sort it tomorrow. Always mahayana.