Sindy in London ...

Well, I am in London for two weeks so will not be able to add much in the way of New York specific updates. However being back has given me the opportunity to get very hot and sweaty. Apart from the humidity (gee, I don't miss that), temperatures in London are very NY-esque. Since being back I have cleared out my old flat (all those bits that you say "oh, that will fit in a couple of bags" and ends up being three very hot sweaty car loads). Sindy's sister ("SS") was roped in, and after the first few times of being picked up off the floor where she kept on plutzing in horror at the additional amount of stuff that she was expected to store, she gave up making the polite remarks about garden sheds and very cheap alternate storage solution providers. Couple of shoe horns and a lot of heavy lifting, and there is now a giant precarious pile of boxes teetering over me in the spare bedroom as I sleep at night. There is also 5 large black bags of garbage at the old flat ... I don't know what is in the boxes that did make it, and I don't really want to find out. Next weekend ...
SS did get her revenge. At the tender age of 35, SS has discovered gardening ... Sindy is quite happy to benefit from these green tendencies (although discussions about slugs, and correct watering technique with the Charlie Dimmock watering can can pall after about half an hour). But being asked to assist in the moving of "that hydrangea" and "the gum-y thing" didn't sound too bad until standing close to them. Each are planted in a 60cm terracotta-esque (ie plastic) pot, and are conservatively 5ft high and HEAVY. So with SS on one side, and S on the other, bending our knees in the self-satisfied but correct way, we lifted... Unfortunately at that point, we each caught a glimpse of the other's heaving, straining face through the waving pink hydrangea heads, started laughing hysterically, and dropped the pot. This was repeated ad nauseum as we lifted, grunted, hefted, shoved, heaved and dragged the s*dding plant through the hallway from the back courtyard to the front. Not something I want to repeat EVER if possible. But at least the hydrangea looks nicer in the front courtyard, and hopefully will thrive or die - either is fine! Then a repeat process with the large gum-y thing, although that only had to go from one side of the courtyard to the other. Given the courtyard is bricked, dragging worked a treat.
Today, feeling the need to find something to heft, SS decided she would prefer her desk to be upstairs again. SS had some issues with her previous attempt to move the desk downstairs, (refer to Londonmisfit link at the right), but going back up was ever so much easier with two, and gave no opportunity for her to repeat the experience of tobogganing down the stairs on top of the desk again ... so what to heft tomorrow??