The Travels & Adventures of Flog-It Removals.

Well the following morning Jesus descended from on high, where he lives and works a little further round the mountain from us in a restaurant. So at about 10am we all piled into the truck and set off for Sant Feliu expecting it to be a hard day, and we were not wrong. On arrival there were no parked cars which helped and we pulled in tight to the house and put out the warning markers and tucked in the wing mirrors which gave just enough room for cars to squeeze past. However we were right on a small cross-roads creating nasty pull-out so constant vigilance was needed as two of our team took turns in being traffic warden to warn cars of impending doom. The first load I decided would be the bulk of the books (all nicely boxed in same sized boxes) creating a base on which we would put furniture therefore not making the load too heavy.. lol!! After a couple of hours of letting Jesus lug the big boxes while we carried the almost as big boxes we were all knackered and the van was screaming "Enough!!" so we departed for the new house with a full load, grateful that unloading is always quicker than loading. Now to be fair, we were told the house was up the hill behind Platja d’Aro in Cim d’Aro but I was not quite expecting a road on which a funicular railway would have been useful. This was a first gear all the way crawl up to over 200m above sea level and once the bubbling noise of the boiling water in the radiator became too much and the temperature gauge was reading 110C I thought it best to park up for a while to avoid major expense. Maybe a few less books would have been wise. Anyway after about half an hour I gave it another shot and made it to the summit close by where Michael Schumacher has a house, I bet he gets up the hill faster. We parked up outside the garage gates and looked up... Steps. This house is nearly in Heaven!! “Jesus!!” No I am not swearing... “Jesus, I have some boxes for you to carry up those steps!!” Now we are not shirkers but he is by far the strongest and that is why he came and was being paid good money to do it so he got the job of anything that we just could not get off the van. Eventually we were unloaded so it was back down the mountain for a slightly lighter load, back up the mountain, back down the mountain for a much lighter final load and back up the mountain to unload for a last time. After about 9 hours of weight lifting we were done, in more ways than one, so headed back to drop off Jesus at the restaurant, where we stayed for a well deserved first meal of the day (I knew I should have grabbed a quick breakfast when I had the chance) and Jesus even got changed and started work... This guy just doesn’t stop. Three cheers for Jesus, a job well done by all, then it was home to bed, not caring how early it was. The legs just would not support us any more.

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