Well, I'm back home.

Yes, and in news that will surprise, if not stagger, every single (and even the married) readers of this blog, yesterday I was up, breakfasted and working long before the alarm went off. And by choice as well!

We took the sofa and the mattress downstairs to Caliburn and they went off to the tip. Terry came to help so it didn't take long. And after fuelling up at the garage where the old man moans like hell if you spill any diesel, we came home and carried on emptying.

The Estate Agent came and spent an hour poking around. She fell in love with the kitchen, which I knew she would, after all Marianne who chose it for me has excellent taste. And I mean - what with Liz whose taste is just as good, who can possibly go wrong?

Once that was done we loaded both vans, thoroughly cleaned up, hitched up the trailer to Caliburn and then fought our way through the rush-hour traffic to the motorway (well, it was 17:20 when we set off). Terry and Liz went home at their own pace while Caliburn and I pulled the 2000E on the trailer over the Ardennes and then over the Monts de la Bourgogne, so it was a long night for us. But having towed all kinds of trailers with all kinds of cars on them, this trailer that Terry bought to move his tractor and the scaffolding is the best that I have ever used and it is well-worth the money. I'm seriously impressed with that.

I had a few hours sleep on the N7 between Nevers and Moulins as I didn't want to arrive here in the dark. Reversing the trailer in the pitch-black with no marker lights is not my idea of fun. And so waking up with the dawn I was back here and parked up prettily at 08:30. I reckon I'll potter around for a little while and then crash out for a few hours.

But talking of crashing, the concierge of the apartments came over to chat to me while we were loading the van.
"While you were taking your old car out of the garage downstairs, you didn't see anyone trying to break into the garage opposite? There's a huge dent in the door as if someone has driven right into it trying to break it down"
"To be honest, Mme Rascar, while Terry and I were down there getting the car out, we didn't see anyone else at all"
Isn't that bizarre?

What is even more bizarre though is that in the past, if anything in the building had gone slightly wrong, people would always come round to blame me for it, even if I hadn't been there for a month. But they can't say anything to me right now because they know what to expect. After the issues about my LDV being parked there for a while and the fuss that they made about it, there are two vehicles even more abandoned than the LDV parked there right now. And the first word that anyone says to me about anything and they know exactly what response they will receive.