Friday 5 a.m. we rise, and pack and tape the last boxes, we are ready at 7 a.m. for the arrival of the truck with attached containers to store our belongings. 7 a.m. comes and goes, the phone rings - England calling, so we had a great half hour or so (your bill Kev) catching up with Margaret and Kevin - at this stage we were feeling quite relaxed.. Truck with 2 containers arrived just after 8 a.m. - had to park on the road and our "steep" lawn, as our driveway is not "big truck friendly"
This is the 4th time we have used Bay Removals, Mittagong to the Bay, Longbeach to Surfbeach, Mum's move from Vaucluse in Sydney to the retirement village down here, and now for our move to "who knows where"!
Bruce thinks to himself, not another damn print; Liz says to Bruce, this is the 4th time you have packed and shipped my Indian Princess, didn't seem to impress him, as since the last move we now have a few of Mum's which I just couldn't part with. 
Sooh many boxes - 132 I am told!
Right in the middle of this, two dear "old" volunteers for the Salvation Army turn up to pick up their stuff - fortunately the guys from Bay Removals helped them up and down the driveway with the bed, bookshelves, washing machine etc. etc.
The 2 containers eventually left (avec truck) at 2.30 p.m. We vacuumed (Nal's machine) and did some other stuff - still in good spirits, but physically stuffed - back to the van, oh no says the Brigadier, I have left our drugs (the ones that keep our blood pressure in tact) at the house, so off he goes, picking up a chinese takeaway on the way back - a glass or two of wine, a few phone calls, a bit of T.V. (David Attenborough on Australia) and then we hit the sack - and slept like logs. Life is good!! 
Military precision all round, including the timing of the phone call!!
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