Purple Rain has a (Very) Long Outro: And Other Thoughts on Moving

We’re moving today, so of course the lift is out and there’s a heavy rain advisory for London and the South East.

The removers arrived roughly on time, which was a bit surprising given London traffic at the best of times, never mind the rain. Four guys, and two trucks, just narrow enough to fit into the parking courtyard at the ‘old place.’

I warned them in advance that the lift was broken, they didn’t seem too concerned. Nothing in this country actually works, and that doesn’t seem to bother anyone.

Two guys started in the kitchen (as you do, kitchens take forever) and two guys started downstairs, on closets (clothes are easy to pack and move, but they’re heavy).

The cats have been imprisoned in the ‘not-leaky’ bedroom (not a phrase you ever want to need, trust me) and Dawnise and I are sitting on the sofa that’s not being moved, trying to stay out of the way.

The Echo Show in the kitchen is steaming music. Dawnise asked Alexa to ‘play 80’s radio,’ and the mix has been appropriately 80’s-tactic. The guys doing the kitchen asked to turn it up and have been humming along. Tears for Fears giving way to REO Speedwagon segueing into Prince and the Revolution.

And sitting here on the sofa, feeling useless as people labor around us, we were stuck by how ridiculously long the outro of Purple Rain actually is. Like minutes. And just when you think it’s over, it’s not. And if you’re running on empty, like we are, it becomes hilarious. And it’s all you can do to not giggle maniacally.

And then, as if on queue, one of the movers popped in and said ‘in case it matters, there’s water coming in in the bedroom.’


Yes there is.

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