It always takes longer than they say

It's one p.m. here on Friday and the movers are still moving. Yesterday, they only worked until 3:30 because they had to have the truck back in "the yard" by 5 and apparently it takes that long to get to the yard in London traffic. They showed up here at 9 a.m. today to finish packing and begin loading. They still have a couple of odds and ends that aren't truck ready, but they've started loading the truck. They say they'll be done by half-past two, but I'm really doubting it.

Zaklina is here totally scrubbing the kitchen and is then going to hit the bathrooms. I'm hoovering all the carpet and working on baseboards and window sills. Nothing too horrid emerged when the movers starting moving the big stuff. Whew!
I am taking a break because I've cleaned all the places that are clear enough for me to clean. Fortunately there is a vacuum that came with the house and we'll leave our mop and mop bucket and cleaning supplies.

It took me three calls to car services to find one who had a big enough car available to carry me and Maddie plus four suitcases and assorted bags to our hotel for late this afternoon.

We'll leave the bunnies here with plenty of food and water and hay and then come back tomorrow or Sunday to feed them again before meeting the pet pick-up people on Monday.

I liked this house much better than I liked our Germany house, but I still don't feel sad about leaving it. Will be glad to be back in a home with central air to keep the dust down and my very own bathroom counter space.

Just paid the balance on the cost of sending the bunnies over via Pet Air. Am feeling a bit queasy. Was it the pizza I ordered for the movers or the price tag of the bunny trip? Hard to say at this point.