No I have not given up already, nor am I on a airplane back to Switzerland,( though occasionally sorely tempted) just had no internet and was busy trying to track down the container which did a now you see me, now you dont act for a few days. It took many telephone calls, some to high offices and others to lowly employees to get things moving and when it did appear it came to the gates of our estate. I suggested it would save them time if they reversed it in and then we had fun and games as the container driver tried to reverse but failed each time with Charlie and Anthony becoming more and more irrate and Charlie finally climbing into the cab to do it himself. I had to pull him away reminding him that our insurance would not cover broken walls.
Finally we gave up but not before Charlie had shouted and gesticulated, drawn diagrams in the earth and took the drivers arms to show him his left from his right. Breaking the container seal was another delight in Indian handling and he hammered away thinking that he would eventually manage to break it with nothing more than a spanner. Pouring with sweat we started the arduous task of opening boxes and unloading everything and it seemed endless as if we had moved from Buckingham Palace and not a small semi in Swizz.
We collapsed into a bed and slept badly in house that resembled a furnace more than a home. Was this the end of the road for me and would I just go up in a vapourous mass never to be seen again ?
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