Bridget Ndlovu-Jones' Blog

Oh my god! 24 hours of sheer hell. The removal men arrived with our stuff, of which approximately HALF of it fits in to our rented flat. Jones and I had managed to find a self storage place about 10 mins up the road to store the other half of our crap.

Anyway, they came, it was a scorching day I was standing burning in the sun trying to direct what boxes were to go in to the flat and what was to proceed on to storage. The removal guy was NOT happy I can tell you. So we decided to give him random ‘gifts’ to thank him for the inconvenience. He and his team got the small desk with the wobbly leg, a suitcase which we realised weighed 6kg empty (?!), a bookcase, a rug and much much more. He cheered up and we were done in a mere 5 hours!!!

The tragedy of the whole day was that my beautiful, comfy sofas would NOT fit through the front door! Be warned - Cape Town flats have the narrowist doors in the world. Anything or anyone wider than a size 16 and we talking come in sideways. I was SO gutted when the guys reloaded them on to the van headed for storage!

Not one to be defeated I woke up the next morning thinking of how I could get the sofas in.  A quick teary conversation with the letting agent solved it. She had the name of a man with a van and a plan. The French sliding door would be our way in (despite the fact that we live on the second floor!?) Sorted.

This, my friends is not for the faint-hearted. Jones took these pictures while I shut my self in the bedroom.

Sofa one climbing the 2 storeys to our flat.

It’s in!

God I miss Ikea.