Almost like clockwork

It's five to twelve and I'm moved.  Pretty much.

Everyone arrived when they were supposed to.  Everything was packed when I'd said it would be.  Everything fitted in the cars or on the roofracks.  I found a pair of shoes I'd forgotten about under the bed.  All going swimmingly.

Then there was blood.  Someone cut himself on the inner workings of my reclining chair.  Fortunately his daughter who is an ER nurse was helping too.  She examined it, washed it and took him off to the ER.

The rest of us set off up the hill to drop things at my new place.  I'm not due to move in for a couple of weeks but I'd arranged to leave my stuff there today.  The house was all locked up and no sign of anyone except the dogs.  Two large Chesapeake Bay Retrievers who like to bark.  We all sat in our cars for several minutes until someone bravely ventured out.  Then we all remembered that they're sweet dogs really who don't bite.  I tried phoning and ringing the doorbell but nothing.  Then someone remembered that Janet had said she was going to the beach this weekend.  Oh.

Someone tried the garage and found it open.  Their garage is large enough for a good size basketball court.  We cleared a space and left stuff there.  Which I think will be fine, though it does still have to go up to the 2nd (3rd if you're American) floor eventually.

So now I'm in my temporary place, all unpacked and about to go for a swim. 

The three tenses of Glenside

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