This was yesterday:
Verse 7: Removal day
We rise at six. Van’s due at seven.
All 34 is boxed and stacked.
We’re bushy-tailed, all systems revving.
8.30, no van. Panic attack.
Six phone calls get the tragic story:
driver’s wife and something gory.
By 2 we’ve found another mob
from near Kashmir to do the job.
And so eight years accumulated
tables, books, beds, fridge, TV,
become backbreaking work for these
young men. By six, not quite elated
we’re sitting in our home-to-be,
all boxed and stacked at 43.
Me fail? I fly! 
Congratulations!
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Thanks Kathy, though it does feel a bit premature
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Just getting there is worth a congratulations!
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Gasp, what a nightmare!
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Yes, but how much worse if, as sometimes happens, the buyers were planning to move in the same day. As it is, we’ve still got tomorrow to do s thorough clean
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Best laid plans to slips twixt cup and lip (or Nos 34 and 43)! But you made it!
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