The wardrobe!
Posted: Friday, 24 October 2008 |
3 comments |
I am staying in staff accommodation just round the corner from the pub. As the new temporary staff member I get the smallest room, which is fine as I'm not spending much time in it, but even so, I felt an urge to make it mine. I thought I'd re-arrange the furniture. It is a trait I may have inherited from my mother, but as she ran a furniture shop, moving furniture frequently could be called good business sense and not a peculiar hobby. Anyhow, I surveyed my furniture; a bed and a wardrobe. The window and door are opposite each other and hard against the adjoining wall. The wardrobe was on this wall and partially blocked the window so if I moved it round onto the wall with the door I could put the bed on the wall with the window and use the window-cill to put my clock and glasses and the lamp I had liberated from the living room on (it would have helped if the ceiling light fitting had a bulb in, but it was a funny size fitting and remains bulbless). A quick check with my outstretched arms and I reckoned there was just enough room to squeeze the furniture round. The wardrobe was surprisingly heavy so I took the drawer out. It didn't make the wardrobe any lighter but it decreased the available floor area very unhelpfully. The bed turned out to have a pull-out bed hiding underneath, I don't think that could ever have been used unless the wardrobe was put outside in the hall, but it didn't make the bed very manoeuverable. So it was push the wardrobe a foot, pull the bed six inches, lie on the floor to drag the underneath bed back into line, climb over the bed and alter the angle, back to the wardrobe and push another eight inches, put the drawer on the bed to release some more floor area, and eventually I had the bed by the window and the wardrobe by the door. I put my case in the wardrobe and stood the drawer on end by the bed so I could use it as a bedside table. Sorted! It was now my room! There was a knock on the door and my next-door-neighbour asked if I wanted the bedside table she had borrowed while the room was empty. A third piece of furniture would have made the moving operation impossible so I was very glad she had borrowed it.
Posted on NiconColl at 18:18
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This reminds me of my " accommodation" on joining my first ship when working for a cruise line co.A converted locker ! 8ft x 4ft, a tiny wardrobe and a washhand basin, no porthole, and I was supposed to be an officer !.It was like sleeping underground ! Although after a night in the crew bar you could sleep anywhere.
Gibby from Glesga
Oh my goodness, Niconcoll, what a blog! Strenuous just to read!! And worse than an IKEA instruction sheet for details. Anyway, hope you feel settled in now, having "tramped the grass" as Stumpy says when settling down on our bed in the middle of the night. What en effort for a tmeporary lodging. Caramba!
Barney from Swithiod sweating streams
Great to hear you are well Nic, (and in gainful employ,) but I am sorely missing that beautiful white square on the right when I drive down, I know it's winter timetable but please hurry back for Mc's sake I'm Mc'in starvin' see you Mc'n soon
xx
p.s.
tourist waiting for the ferry,
C'mon just let it go.
Mc Starved from Coll
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