I love a thing we Aussies have, it’s called Council Cleanup or Pickup or whatever.
What it boils down to is, that if you have some old crap you’d like to rid yourself or your husband of (e.g. his much loved abominably decorative 80s jumpers ..), you simply put it on your doorstop where it will remain for days or weeks until the council comes to either clean it up or pick it up.
Now, one man’s crap is another man’s way of being able to postpone yet another dismal trip to Ikea or Fantastic Furniture.
For a couple of days, I’d been eyeing this patio table, which seemed to tempt me from the kerb side every time I drove past. [note to self: this sentence needs urgent editing] but I had no way of getting it home, even though it was only about a click away from my gaf.
As I don’t know many people in this area, certainly no one with a flatbed truck or ute, I tried AirTasker to no avail, some kind of glitch. Toyed with the idea of renewing my account on GoGet to hire a van for an hour. The deposit required would render the entire project wholly ludicrous.
What to do? Good advice didn’t come cheap (Dutch proverb alert) and as the table was far too heavy for muggins to carry, I started taking apart the thing one piece of wood at a time.
The sun was out, the meds were working and all was right in the world.
So, not only have I saved myself more furniture shopping, which let’s face it, is only ever fun if you can afford it, I have a brand new project to while away the balmy winter evenings.