Risex4
Dropped by the autobus
- Location
- The Green/Gray Hills Of Debunshire
So, while its not my normal M.O for earning my £ sterling, today I was roped into helping on a house clearance.
After getting to the place and realising that the usual suspects of wardrobes, dressing tables, chairs, beds, over-sized mirrors et al where in attendance, I surveyed the environment and wasn't impressed by the presence of a two-flight reverse marble staircase with ornate banister, nor the second, narrow, spiral stair case up to the the 'servants quarters' ( it was, to say the least, an old house). Two guesses as to where a lot of the stuff was. The alternate "back" exit, as historical and fascinating as it was, wasn't practical to extract solid 8' wardrobes from, given that 17th century secondary doors evidently weren't built with this kind of venture in mind.
But what disturbed me the most - having taken stock of the situation - was when the client site manager rather pointedly observed "oh, and the other thing, those picture hanging on the walls on the main staircase? The ones dated back to the 1600s? Yeh, please don't touch/damage those. They're originals worth a fair few £10s of grands each."
Wait, what?
Needless to say, I am now enjoying a few beers to toast simply breaking even for the day.
Anyone else had a day today (or recently) that they were just damn grateful to simply see the other end of with their pride, dignity, happiness and/or money intact?
After getting to the place and realising that the usual suspects of wardrobes, dressing tables, chairs, beds, over-sized mirrors et al where in attendance, I surveyed the environment and wasn't impressed by the presence of a two-flight reverse marble staircase with ornate banister, nor the second, narrow, spiral stair case up to the the 'servants quarters' ( it was, to say the least, an old house). Two guesses as to where a lot of the stuff was. The alternate "back" exit, as historical and fascinating as it was, wasn't practical to extract solid 8' wardrobes from, given that 17th century secondary doors evidently weren't built with this kind of venture in mind.
But what disturbed me the most - having taken stock of the situation - was when the client site manager rather pointedly observed "oh, and the other thing, those picture hanging on the walls on the main staircase? The ones dated back to the 1600s? Yeh, please don't touch/damage those. They're originals worth a fair few £10s of grands each."
Wait, what?
Needless to say, I am now enjoying a few beers to toast simply breaking even for the day.
Anyone else had a day today (or recently) that they were just damn grateful to simply see the other end of with their pride, dignity, happiness and/or money intact?
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