There are things that divide people. There are the cheesecake eaters, and the non cheesecake eaters. There are those who enjoy the acrid twang of Vegemite.
And there are those who believe in men with vans.
In the midst of jumping on bouncy castle renditions of Stone Henge, heading out to see the men’s wrestling, making time to go and eat free hot dogs at Denmark House, there’s been a discussion going on in this flat.
The kitchen is bigger. The bedrooms might, actually have real storage.
It’s cheaper. It’s exciting times.
We just have to get there.
And this is where we part company. I’m of the belief that it’s worth paying a man with a van to come and help us move things.
The Hungry One, is not.
We agree on nearly everything in this life. We have the same approach to risk (physical and financial). We thankfully prefer to sleep on complimentary sides of the bed. And we don’t have to split the difference on a thermostat.
The only thing we don’t agree on is whether we should strap tables to our backs, like Ninja Turtles and walk our new furniture to our new flat.
In fact my adored husband has more than hinted I am a ‘piker’ for proposing we call in outside help to assist us move: 2 dining tables, a queen ensemble mattress, 2 office chairs, a webber bbq, a coffee table, computer equipment, boxes of papers and boxes of food, kitchen kit, clothes, booze and books to the new flat. He’s said that if enough people agree with me that it’s not ridiculous to bring in someone, I can win. So: genuine pop quiz below.
Yes: I am being a ridiculous piker to want to hire a man with a van. Pony up Tori.
No:I am not being a ridiculous pansy for wanting to call someone. You’d do the same.
Meanwhile, I’m off to the gym. I have a feeling I’m going to lose; and I need to build up some upper body strength.