Well. That’s that.
Nothing ever goes how you expect it to. That’s nice though. It makes life interesting and worth living.
The white van cowboy arrived at the bungalow this time wearing a Russian army Ushanka hat, channeling chi from the other side of the Atlantic.
VanManski was also thankfully 2 hours late.
I say thankfully because by this time I wasn’t feeling sad, just bored and pissed off, which turned out to be a good thing.
Finally, though he was here and ready to clear the furniture. I just wanted it all gone as quick as possible so I could leave and get something to eat.
As requested for removal of the heavy oak dresser he’d brought help. In this case that came in the form of Mrs VanManski.
Missing her calling as an East German shot putter this hardy lady had instead found happiness carrying furniture with her husband, and after sizing her up I decided against suggesting an arm wrestling contest. Once she’d hauled the cooker out of the bungalow I was only left wondering who opened the jam jars in the VanManski household.
Maybe their daughter?
Soon the rooms were empty. I turned everything off, noted down the meter readings and locked up.
It was snowing, and getting worse.
The journey home was slow and almost blizzard strength at points, forcing the traffic down to 20mph, however the car was warm and I was too tired to care.
I reached my brother’s house to drop off the keys and stayed for a welcome hot cup of Earl Grey. After a chat, and agreeing to go to the cinema later in the week I headed home. I needed food, pills, and bed. Nothing would get in my way.
Then, as I walked to my door I noticed a box, sodden and covered in snow by the bin.
A delivery?! WTF? Left outside?
I opened the door, put my bag down and then turned to the box. What could it be? I wasn’t expecting anything.
Then I unwrapped the perfect end to the day. My fantastic friend had been reading my blog and decided for my recent birthday that I didn’t need a game or a bottle of wine but a dwarf orange tree 🙂
Thanks universe (and fantastic friend) for giving me something to smile about and making the last day at my mom’s memorable for reasons I didn’t expect.