To say I'm tense at the moment would be a slight understatement. Clifton Suspension Bridge has got nothing on me.
So, we have the chap who said rope & pulley work is highly dangerous and flounced off. We have a chap who hadn't really heard of this system but gamely said he'd got some ropes. I declined, on the grounds that it would help to have someone who had at least done it before. Other chaps or companies have sent just a standard tariff, with no reference to the r&p work at all. The more I say r&p work, the more niche and sleazy it sounds, and I wonder if I'm looking on the wrong websites.
Another guy wants photos of both ends. That is, the locations at Brussels and Gent. Difficult, what with me living 50k from Gent and having no camera. He is based in Amsterdam and is the only person yet who I've found who actually advertises r&p work.
Another guy has taken himself off to look at the place today. I haven't heard anything further.
And yet there may be a small miracle at work. Last night I was posting on a website I frequent. It is, nominally, a place for intelligent discussion, but is more like a large school playground/dating agency/grammar lesson/lunatic asylum. I was in a head-ripping-off sort of mood, not good, when someone I'd never spoken to suddenly popped up.
She has a rope and pulley. Her friend is expert in the use thereof. He may be willing to do it for free, as long as I can get all my stuff to Gent. She, again, is in Amsterdam, which seems to be the spiritual home of r&p work. (Stop giggling.) It really is a miracle, for which I will remember to give thanks, to someone or something.
Tomorrow I'm going to Gent to ambush the other residents of my building and pin them down until they tell me what company they used to get their stuff in. It's good to know there is a back-up plan though, in case they refuse to tell me.