Mrs Y is currently in hospital, but needs a hospital bed to be installed in her living room before she can be released home to recover. To help effect this, Danny, Lici and I came over this afternoon to move some furniture from her living room to a bedroom on an upper floor.

We were impressed when we arrived at the the plush entrance to Mrs Y's flat (the lobby smelt perfumed and we stepped out of the lift directly onto carpet!!! Thick carpet!!! 😍😍😍), but soon felt more normal when eagle-eyed Danny spotted a load of mouse traps. Those blighters get everywhere!

There were only three items to be moved today: a long sofa, a recliner chair, and a high backed chair. We also had two possible methods of getting them to the upper floor: via the lobby lift (duplex flat with lobby access via multiple floors) or via a windy, internal staircase.

We tackled the long sofa first, which was relatively light for its size. The problem with long sofas is that they are, by definition, long, which meant that the lift option was out of the question. Danny used his forearms to demonstrate how we could instead lift the sofa up the windy staircase in some certain, very particular way. I'm afraid that I wasn't 100% sure how he meant it to happen, so I just nodded and assumed that it would all work out with a push. It did

Next came the recliner chair, something the lift was definitely more suited to. We just about fitted it into the lift (propping the front door open with a handy toy fox while we did so). Before taking the lift upstairs to meet the others, I first escorted the recliner to the ground floor and apologised to a doyen of the building for my continued elevator use (possibly playing up any Essex in my accent). I genuinely felt like saying we should "look quick and scarper" when the lift door reopened upstairs 😂 We reclined the chair to get it through the bedroom door more easily, and then it was done! 😄

The last chair was easily carried up the stairs in separate parts by Lici and Danny. My contribution was to tell my favourite jokes while they carried things, and so I have nothing further to add here... :)

Making our goodbyes after only 40 minutes (definitely a quick mission!), we got a photo looking all gangsta in the lobby at the most unflattering angle we could manage before heading our separate ways (my plans may have involved biscuits). Hopefully the hospital bed can be delivered soon and Mrs Y will be home shortly 😀