Back in London once again, the time had come to carry out the first installment of house packing. With a tight schedule, half the house was to be packed within the next few days, the other, in late August. This was also when the grand piano was to be taken. Legs dismantled, the piano body first fell to concrete floor of the garage when its crate was lifted. Secondly, the movers asked if the forklift from the construction site next door could be borrowed to move the piano body. In the end, tilting it on its side on the back of an open lorry, they reversed up the incline of the driveway to the forty foot container. With a three foot height difference between the back of the lorry and the container, a thick cardboard bridge was created before the piano body was then rolled, slanted and flipped into its crate, perched upright in the back of the container. The lid was then quickly slammed shut. Wonderful. I must say, I had the time of my life being woken up by old British men's husky smoker voices shouting across the household during those few days.
Not to forget, I was also back for another dance rehearsal due to the upcoming showcase. That made it all better, no doubt.
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| Another packed house, just the usual for an expat family |
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