Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

How to have an attack of the giggles in 12 easy stages:-

1) Arrange to have several large items of furniture taken away

2) The night before, move as much as possible nearer the front door, including the base of the single bed that is dominating the spare room....

3) Co-opt thessalian

4) Forget that neither of you are particularly tall.....

5) Mid-way through the shoving/heaving/cursing process, get base nicely wedged in doorway, with half of it in the hall, upright, and the bottom of it still in the bedroom, at an angle of about 45 degrees.

6) Try and help the Thesski, who's in the hall holding it upright, by shoving the base in an attempt to unjam it.

7) "ARGH!"

8) "Ack, are you ok?!?"

9) "*whimpers* I don't bend this way....!!"

10) Get fit of the giggles

11) Get Thesski giggling helplessly as well, to the point she's in danger of not being able to hold the bed up.

12) Finally manage to control self long enough to free base from doorway, just before thessalian collapses from combination of weight of bed/lack of air through giggling while in the shape of a shepherd's crook....

Base is now looming in hallway, ready to fall on unsuspecting persons attempting to approach front door. I suspect it's mocking us.

So that's one old bed base, one broken toilet, one bust microwave and one manky sofa out of my house :) The sofa wrangling had me covering my eyes but the guys managed to get it out without wrecking anything or themselves - which isn't easy in my flat. There's a badly designed dogleg where the hall joins the lounge and a horribly tight gap between the outside stairs and my front door, so care manoevering is required. Also, I am more determined than ever to never bring anything large in here that can't be dismantled for easy removal. :)

*cuddles the World's Comfiest Sofa, apropos of nothing*

Only downside right now is a traumatised cat. He was initially shut in the kitchen out of the way but yowled so piteously that we attempted to send the Thesski in there to keep him company, only for him to find the only gap between us and freedom and leg it outside. So he got locked out for the duration. And then when he scurried back in and tried to dive behind the old sofa, which is his prefferred hiding place, we'd gone and taken it away!* He's not a Pleased Kitty right now. Which is why while I was out earlier, I picked up some nail clippers and flea treatment - I figure, if I'm going to be hissed at for the rest of the weekend anyway, I may as well really deserve it.

The Thesski is currently perched in the rocking chair, attempting to wrangle a keyboard. This does not look comfy but she insists it could work. I'm on the lookout for a cheap comfy chair though, any colour, doesn't have to be particularly good condition, so long as it's the right side of hygenic. If anyone knows anyone anxious to offload such, please let me know. I've been trawling local second hand sites for a few weeks and nothing's come up so far. A small two seater sofa would work too, in a pinch. Although I have to say, I'm loving the lounge space I've just re-acquired.

Next project - degunking and dejunking the spare room. This is going to be my new den. Also temporary bedroom. I need a room I can curl up in and be a dormouse in peace and quiet. When the spare room's sorted, I can start on the main bedroom. At the very least, Thess should end up with a bit more elbow room.

But for now! There is tea, then food shopping (we're currently making Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard look well stocked) and then a long afternoon and evening of rugby :) Life is good! *happy squeaks*