Though unfazed by three flights of stairs and a baby grand, the prospect of
naked fingers within reach of a formidable beak certainly proved too daunting
for the otherwise stalwart crew, set
to transport our worldly
goods to yet
another house “with potential.”
When the roller door
closed the sound reverberated off the
corrugations , doubling its impact and creating the distinct impression of mass murder in progress.
Apparently
the calls started coming in by the first set of lights and by the time they’d
reached the Highway the Police Rescue blockade was in place. The hole the emergency
services cut in the
roof despite the protests of
the ashen-faced driver,
revealed the irate culprit who, faced with the consequences of his
misdemeanours,
loudly demanded “Salute
the Major, salute the Major.”
Mind you,
we felt the fine for creating a public nuisance was somewhat steep and still
hold to the conviction that the moving
company should give us back our beds, even before the quote for the van’s new
roof comes in.
After all, we need to
sort out our new home. This time we’re
obviously staying put.
© Maria Quinn 21 Feb. 09