Nonetheless our three Bulgarian acquaintances came armed with new boxes in assorted sizes. Not too bad, because they've come all the way from Lyon and they'd better not forget nor run short of anything they need. Otherwise it'd be three hours' drive both ways to get it!
JL also brought along the Singapore inventory list. 25/06/10: how time flies! And hey, we moved on my sister-in-law's birthday back then!
Oh well. Good thing all these boxes are packed in one huge container. As long as the paperwork is correct, never mind the typo on these labels.
Speak of the devil, the container truck pulled up right at the gate. What a forty-footer mother trucker! It's more complicated this time: the movers and transporter are from separate companies.
The driver was chatty - he showed us the 14 staples on his head from a recent injury. He had picked up something on the ground, but hit his head against the bottom corner of a container while getting back up. No kidding, he really looked like some badass character in JL's comic books. But so cool!
And while the guys were at work, I took a peek at how much coffee they had consumed, and ah, the croissant and pain au chocolat we got them the evening before. And check out my MIL's classic flask!
Two years, darlings, two years!
The picture looks rather nice with some bokeh, doesn't it? It's the bits of dust on my lens, dammit! So just bring your cheapest point-and-shoot, okay?
And the final touches of loading up the container. 174 cartons for two adults, non-hoarders, no kids, no pets. That's Stapleman talking to our Bulgarian mates. Hot, hot, afternoon.
It was Stapleman who came to our rescue with his spare one. And the movers called us two hours later for the container number, because they were supposed to take the consignment note from Stapleman earlier on but did not. Because Stapleman told them the note was for JL to keep. Remember what I said about taking full-frontal shots of the container? That's why!