Monday, March 27, 2006


This is a huge apology and grovel to all of my fellow gasbags. I got lost on the way to the party... or rather my internet connection got well and truly buggered by AOL, and so I have had to cobble together a dial up connection, which is so slow, I could probably walk to your house and deliver this post in person faster. Ah well, nobody said that it would be easy.
The move was interesting. I had booked the removals to arrive at 1pm on the Friday and to deliver at 11.30am on the Saturday. This was confirmed with my 'moving coordinator', on three separate occasions. So of course they arrived at 9am on the Friday and tried, (unsuccessfully), to deliver at 9am on the Saturday. I did however receive a letter explaining that they would be arriving early and why... at 9.30am on the Friday morning.
Needless to say the 'moving coordinator' was quite literally moved to tears when I telephoned her to discuss this 'mix up'. As I am sure you can imagine, I was not best impressed at the sight of the burly removals men at my front door when I was still stuffing knickers et al into boxes in the front hall, or the fact that the letter detailing the changes didn't arrive until half an hour after the said burlies had turned up. Stressed is an understatement. Next time I believe that my 'moving coordinator' will remember that telephones are wonderful devices, and much faster than letters.
They also managed to lose my entire lighting department, (assorted table/floor lamps) and my step ladder, (I am only 5' 2" remember so an essential piece of equipment). Never fear they turned up after several phone calls, to 'moving coordinator' and just a few days late and every lamp in the lighting department totally wrecked. One of the nice burlies had packed them for me and found new and interesting ways of taking them apart. Ah I shall remember them all so fondly. (In their dreams!!)

11 at confession:

Meg said...

Glad you're back!

Charlie said...

St.!! You're back!! Never mind the groveling--we are all experts at it.

Uh, isn't "buggered" a foul word?

You have truly been missed.

St Jude said...

I suppose the B word does have certain connotations, however here in Gods own county, (Yorkshire), it has been used before those nasty connotations merely as a milder form of cussing.

I've missed all of you too.

Attila The Mom said...

I'm so glad everything is ok! Was getting a little worried about you!

Sven said...

Sven here, I'm glad we finally met. I've heard a lot about you.

Kim Ayres said...

Well bugger me. I'm buggered if I know why Bugger isn't really considered to be more offensive. Then again language changes in time.

When I was a kid, saying "bloody hell" was considered to be just about as offensive as using the F word. But in the 1st Harry Potter movie (aimed at 8 year olds and up), Ron utters this phrase when his professor turns herself back to normal from being a cat, and no one batted an eyelid.

St Jude said...

you are so right. I must just be getting a bit long in the tooth, as I still have a propensity to cringe when the F word makes an appearance.

LOL. Sorry I'm just remembering a conversation, well actually a very childish argument I had with my big sister when I was much younger about this. Sorry J.T.

Attila The Mom said...

Hmmm---do think we can get a review out you THIS Sunday? April 2nd, I mean. LOL

OneEar said...

I think the idea was that you would review a movie not a move. Otherwise, I really screwed this thing up.

St Jude said...

Damn it, I knew I should have read the small print.

Meg said...

*Gasp* St. Jude! You swore!

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