Day 1971 Straining the greens

5th January 2023

At last the day had come to deliver the kitchen island.

I fitted the drawer fronts and doors as the last task, little did we know how difficult it would be to lift the bloody thing.

Having it on a trolley gives you a false impression of how easy it is to move it around, even joining the three units together wasn’t that difficult, but when it came to getting it into the truck that was a whole different experience.

At one time I thought it had beaten us, the veins in both our necks must have been bulging to the point of bursting, but somehow, through sheer bloody mindedness we got it in.

The next challenge was handling it at the other end.

We drove to the north side of town, and arrived at the address, Mary, our client was outside wrapping up her Christmas lights. Kelli reversed into the driveway. I had brought a small trolley with me to help move it to the front door.

I climbed into the back, it was my job to lift it, and then move it out, we didn’t want to drag it.

Inch by inch the island moved out.

I then got out and helped Kelli carry it out,and place it down in the garage, it was snowing and we didn’t want it to get wet.

Lifting it at one end, I could slide the trolly under making it a little more mobile.

I was able to pull it along the pathway towards the front door.

The final hurdle was the step. Now the trolley couldn’t help us, it was now down to brute strength.

I don’t really know how we did it, but I remember Kelli’s face was as red as a beetroot, I bet mine matched.

Once up the step, we carefully manoeuvred it through the doorway with an inch to spare, we then lowered it onto a floor mat, which was convenient m, as we used it to slide the unit to its final position.

There was just a quick cleanup to remove any sawdust or blood that might have been deposited, and we were done.

We left a very happy Mary, and drove back with a cheque in our hands.