We moved out the boyfriend’s mum last weekend to her new flat. That means I got to sit in the van! Hurrah! I felt tall and important.
It was a hot day, I wore shorts, the boyfriend’s mum and her boyfriend wore shorts, the boyfriend’s sister wore shorts, the boyfriend wore… thick jogging bottoms… foolish.
The boyfriend’s mum has moved into a lot nicer area, the area she was in was a bit… well… we had an audience moving. Just look at them. They watched the entire move, I’m not even joking.
I was the van unloader on the unpacking, I ran a tight ship and was very bossy. I think everyone wanted to stomp on my face afterwards but it was done in no time. Guess my family call me the slave driver for a reason, huh?
After comparing who was the most sweaty and disgusting we all got cool drinks and lunch.