We didn't have to move it very far -- from a house not too far from mine, just a mile or two to Adam and Jenny's groovy bungalow up the hill. We had help from a friend of theirs (Andrew? Adam? Petruchio? Bernard? I can't remember), and it went pretty smoothly. At one point I got a quick pinch on the end of my finger, but I didn't think anything of it.
Later it got all bruiseful and began hurtilating a little bit. It looks worse than it feels, which is why I took a photo of it:
2 comments:
Oh gosh! I didn't know you took a battle wound. Thanks again for helping. We really needed the help and we're happy you and Anders could help.
Anders.
So his name isn't Petruchio.
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