Our moving day was finally here. Paul drove to the house and waited for our washer-dryer and bed to be delivered, while Dawn waited at the house for the movers to come and collect the few pieces of furniture we were taking with us, plus the 47 boxes we had packed up, most of which had been wrapped since February before we left Florida. At the house, though, Paul had to call out the plumber again because the wall that was damaged on Monday when Paul hit the pipe under the floor board was still wet. The plumber arrived within the hour, fixed the leak a second time, then blamed the carpet guy for loosening his joint when he laid the carpet. A disagreement followed which resulted in the plumber telling Paul he would take the £100 deposit Paul had paid for next week’s job in compensation for his time. Paul protested to no avail.
Shortly after midday our bed arrived from Bensons, so Paul could drive back to the flat in Winchmore Hill to collect Dawn and Tiny for the final trip to our new house. However, he still had to take down our satellite dish and make a couple of trips to the recycle plant to get rid of two car loads of crap. When we arrived at the house, Tiny checked out every inch of the house and seemed to feel at home immediately. She especially loved the stairs. As for our first meal in our new home, Paul picked up some Chinese from the Sun Light take-out in town.
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