Well...other than returning the keys to the other house it’s finished. We’re all moved into the new house.
*falls over dead*
However the universe couldn’t resist screwing with me one more time.
I’ve mentioned before that my daughter is autistic right? Well part of that is that she goes ballistic if you change her routine.
Se we get the moving van unloaded and she’s inside watching TV and all nice and settled. But because of a melt-down previous in the day we knew that we couldn’t put her in the minivan to go and return the rental truck as she’d have another melt-down and frankly those are not pretty.
On top of that the truck had to be returned by 8 a.m. tomorrow and my wife works from 6 a.m. to 10:30 a.m. tomorrow. So how the hell am I going to return this damn thing?
This situation only left me with one choice - strap the motorcycle into the back of the moving van and ride that back from the rental place after dropping off the truck.
Not a bad unorthodox solution to the problem and I’m sure a number of people have done it before.
So I get the bike all strapped in, go and gas up the moving truck, get to the rental place and find...the bike on its side in the back of the truck and a small puddle of gasoline from the carbs on the truck floor.
Fitting end to a fitting move.
To top it off one of the local employees not only saw me remove the motorcycle from the truck but start it up as well. Great.
So I get home, frozen because I only had the one set of breathable gloves not my thermal ones, and I give them a call to leave a message about the accidental spill and to give me a call as to what the cleanup fee is for that. Hopefully it’s not nasty but even if it is we have enough money at the moment to handle it.
I’m beyond wiped right now...