All the major furniture items were brought in (through a 27" doorframe, I have no idea how), correctly reassembled, attractively positioned in appropriate locations, and then all the boxes unpacked with the contents arrayed in neat little stacks throughout the house. I really was astonished at how well everything fit, and how convincingly the contents of a Florida ranch-style house from the '80s could be uploaded into a British semi-detached two-storey from the '40's, and still manage to look like they'd been purchased for the site. Of course, it helped that when we previewed various houses, we had our furnishings in mind, so the colours and styles mostly agreed; still, it was a welcome surprise to find the empty house so quickly transformed into a liveable "home".
So did everything make it across intact? Well no, not quite. Apparently the headboard to our master bedroom suite cracked in shipping, and the associated box springs has no chance of making it up the stairwell (meaning it's currently lodged in our entrance hall where it looms rather agressively over would-be callers by). We're still exploring options of whether I can fix the bed, or saw the box springs in half and reassemble upstairs, or whether we just scrap the lot and order a new bed (surely what my father will recommend upon reading this); but even so, considering the risk of moving so many goods so far through time and space, I think we can live with these few minor complications.
As they say, "Home is where the heat is!" Or in our case, a steaming pot of tea for Laura, mug of hot cocoa for Christopher, and mug of mulled wine for Mark :-)
And the best part was when the kids realized that, after all that trucking and walking, the new house has "no TV, no internet, and no phone?!? We want to go back to the apartment! Waaaaahhhh..."
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