Good luck with the move! I'm glad you're leaving that lousy apartment,
with the roaches in the dishwasher and the amenities you're paying for
but can't use. I hope your new place is much better!

Joyce

Purrs for an uneventful transfer.

I started reading in the middle and thought for a moment that
you had a cat named after George Melly.

If anybody ever deserved to have a cat named after him, Melly
did.  Amazing character.

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Better late than never...

Although my bed and bed linens and bathroom stuff take precedence, the
computer is always the first thing I get right to work on!  Having been a
tech (albeit a software tech) I can hook up my computer in a matter of
minutes.  I haven't moved since I switched to a DSL connection a few years
ago.  But I imagine it's just a phone call and a day or so at most before
the service would be switched to the new location (I'd call ahead).  I still
have a regular modem just in case.  Gotta keep in touch with my Usenet pals!

(snip nice sounding boarding place for Melisande & Cendrillon)

I didn't have anyone to pack up my stuff (this was 10 years ago).  I packed
it all and labelled the boxes exactly where they should be placed in the new
apartment.  Heck, I'd even used an architectural drawing program and figured
out exactly where my furniture should be placed. LOL

When I got to the apartment it was immediately apparent the aforementioned
land-line wasn't working.  My elderly dog Sampson was at the vet; he'd
become critically ill that morning.  I had to be able to reach them and vice
versa!  So I went to the apartment office and used their phone.  It was
close to 5PM and the phone company rep said she didn't think she could get
someone out there that night.  I burst into tears, explaining how old and
how ill they thought my dog was.  30 minutes later a pet-loving phone
technician showed up and fixed the problem.  (Turned out the previous tenant
had installed a completely not allowed security system that was hard-wired
into the phone line.  So when the phone company switched on my service it
didn't work until the tech disconnected whatever.)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch... my oldest brother who was "helping me move"
(HA!) told the movers I'd hired to just pile all the boxes up in the front
bedroom.  He told them to ignore what I'd written on the boxes just to
expedite matters, since I was paying them by the hour.  I came back and
found him sitting in the dining area having a beer (my beer!) with them!
Excuse me, it's not like *he* was the one paying them!  I was soooo angry!

I couldn't find the box with bath soap, shampoo and towels until 10:00 that
night.  I finally located it under two rather heavy boxes of books.  I was
tired, I was worried about my dog (yes, they pulled him through!).  All I
wanted at that point was a nice hot shower and to crawl into bed.  I was
exhausted.  If the box had been placed in the "Master Bathroom" as labelled
I wouldn't have spent *hours* searching for those few basic items.  Thank
all the dieties they'd at least put my box of bed linens in the master
bedroom before my brother gave them such idiotic instructions.

You know you will!

Jill

I hope all went well.
Best wishes,
Polonca and Soncek