Packing It In
So I'm sitting here at home watching our life-time collection of cheap self-assembly furniture being loaded into the back of a huge furniture van. You forget that these things are made of nothing more than thick cardboard until two big guys in overalls start knocking it about. Then there's the stuff you put together inside a bedroom, not realising it wont go back out the door unless you turn it back into flatpack form.
Still, I've hit it off with one of the removal men. A young guy called Jacob who is Polish and who tells me he wants to get to Greenock tonight because his Father is working on the Waverly Paddle Steamer.
I didn't realise these removal crews actually sleep inside their trucks when they are working. Apparently there are spaces for two beds at the back of the driver's cabin. The foreman tells me he used to be a journalist with The Scotsman newspaper but gave it up because he "couldn't be bothered with the hassle".
He tells me he loves his job because "you never know where you'll be the next day"
Given that he is supposed to be transporting our furniture to Inverness the next day, this statement is a wee bit worrying.
I might go out and buy him a map.
