So I was in my PJs on the cold concrete steps of my building for most of an hour. Waiting for a neighbour to stir. The first neighbour to stir was one of those who lives up to all national party stereotypes about beneficiaries. He claimed he had no phone so couldn't call the 0800 for me.
So at almost 8am (I had no way of knowing the time) I knocked on my next door neighbours door and he rang the landlord - he fortunately has her direct number, something I do not believe I was ever given. This led to her contacting the builders and being told she had a master key that will open all the units. And so she turned up and let me in. Last person the move from the old building to the new one, first to lock themselves out.
Once back in the morning was split between unpacking and going back to the old building to grab stuff the movers hadn't got to. Until my body said no. Delivereasy kebab for dinner. The movers were supposed to finish my stuff on Friday but postponed to Monday as they had a more important job to get to.
Saturday was much like Friday: move, unpack, collapse in pain, repeat. Though it did feature Carla and Ian dropping by and taking me to Bunnings for 3M hooks and a laundry basket. Friends are good to have. And a Delivereasy dinner of buri box and bao bun so that I had an actual meal.
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