If your adult child ever leaves several tons of books, magazines, shoes and clothes with you, I suggest - in the nicest possible way - that you burn them. I've had custody of them for the last two and a half years. Nine boxes, and I felt my knee nearly give out taking the first one downstairs tonight. So the following eight boxes were tackled with a scarf tied round under my knee in case it went completely. I haven't dared untie it yet in case my knee cap is round my ankle. We have dodgy knees in this family. (I wonder if Bertha had dodgy knees. We have exactly the same horizontal lines round our neck.)
The final box I could not pick up at all and slid it down the stairs one at a time like a bad murderer. Fortunately a neighbour appeared and helped me down the last bit.
Tonight these sodding boxes will be collected and dispatched to the outskirts of Paris and I can put my (raddled) knees under the table again.
Hmm...be careful with your knees. I did it the other way round. I left stuff with my daughter when I moved here. Although to be fair, she wanted most of it, particularly my Le Creuset pans which I really miss. I got rid of a lot of stuff but it's so hard to part with books.
ReplyDeleteWe have dreadful knees. I managed to damage this one in a salsa class and it hasn't been the same since.
ReplyDeleteThe boxes have arrived safely! I am very pleased (mainly because I do not have them any more).