I updated WordPress over the weekend and then I had to message my dad because I couldn't find the add post button... It turns out they've taken it away and put it on a menu. And for some reason this post is in an awful font, but I don't know if that's because I'm on my Linux computer and it wants to use a Windows font.
Moving house is all about drama, it seems. Not that it's been very dramatic so far, but it's been enough of a pain.
Two weeks ago I rang three local removal companies, G, P and R. P are the people my friends used to move house - they said P were very good and the cheapest quote.
Two days after I rang, G rang me back. They came round on the Sunday after and I got a quote on the Tuesday. At which point I emailed P and considered whether I could be bothered ringing R again.
Last Wednesday R emailed to tell me to fill in the form on the website that I'd filled in, or to ring. Which just annoyed me, so I decided to ignore them until I could be bothered with them.
On Thursday P emailed and said they'd ring the next day - when I was out on a first aid course and therefore couldn't answer my phone. R also emailed to say I'd filled in the form twice (interesting counting, since I filled it in once) and I should call them. Which I would have done in the first place, had I known. So I did call them. They were really unbending with their options, which put me off them more than I already had been put off.
P called on Friday, and left a message. Usually I don't listen to my voicemail, but since I had nothing better to do during our long lunch break, I did listen to it. Then called them back and arranged for them to come over for a quote that day.
Today, nearly two weeks after I first called, I now have two quotes. The one from the company my friends said were cheapest... is the most expensive. So I'll go with the other ones since I just liked them anyway.
The cool part is that it doesn't cost much more to pay them to pack as well as move. Which means less work on everyone's part and less dizziness on mine. And I don't have to go to my sister's house (45 mins drive away) to borrow her crates.
I was quite amused, though, when the paperwork on one of the quotes mentions that offers of cups of tea are appreciated. I don't have any tea bags and rice milk makes tea taste of semolina (apparently), which I can't imagine would go down well. They'll have to make do with water and watered down orange squash (no one takes theirs as strong as I do).
Mirrored from my blog.