I told him I didn’t want him to leave any of his junk behind. My so called friend, turned bludger turned criminal had been living at my house for the past two years. The night he first came around and told me that he needed a place to stay for a couple of nights, I was happy to help. Turns out a couple of nights actually meant a couple of years. I’d had enough of his problems. Every afternoon he would whinge to me about his problems and I just didn’t want to hear it. Half of his problems were due to his laziness and his criminal mind. I had asked him to organise garden waste Canberra to come pick up the dead trees in the front yard. He never got around to it.
I’d come to the point of no return when I came home and found out he had sold my TV for money. I told him he needed to get out of my house that night and I was so furious that I didn’t care that he had nowhere to live. He was taking advantage of me and I wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. I put a pile of all his stuff out on the lawn and had rubbish removal Canberra take it away. He had treated me poorly and disrespected my belongings so I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine. Hard rubbish collection Canberra left just as my friend showed up. He saw the truck and asked what they were here for. I just walked back inside without answering him. I didn’t want to deal with him anymore, I was over it. I found out a few weeks later that he had died, I was ok with that.
I’d noticed the carpet in my house was getting musty. It had a funky smell to it and there were quite a few stains. You could definitely see the main walkways and paths that people took through the house, and no steam clean would help. I thought about all the disgusting things that must be living in the carpet and decided it was time to have new carpets put in. I’d lived in the house for seven years and the carpets were not new when I moved in, so it was definitely well overdue. I went to the flooring store around the corner and found a carpet that I liked. I got a quote from the staff and asked about installation. They worked all that out for me and gave me a price. I put the new carpets on my credit card and arranged a time for them to be put in. I was really looking forward to having this done. I imagined walking on soft, fluffy, clean carpet the whole drive home.
The new carpets made an amazing difference to the house. Because of the colour I’d chosen the house looked bigger. The softness was incredible and for the remainder of the day I lay on the floor watching movies. I wanted to take advantage of this softness as much as I could. I couldn’t believe how much of a difference it had made to the smell of the house as well. It felt a lot cleaner and that horrible smell was gone. The next job for me was to find someone to collect the old carpets, which were lying rolled up in the front yard.
Two days later Hard Rubbish Collection Canberra arrived and loaded the carpets into their truck. The Rubbish Removal Canberra men asked me if I had anything else I needed taking and were on their way. I was surprised I’d never used Deceased Estate Clearance Canberra services before. They were quick and very affordable. Then it was back to rolling around on the lovely new carpets.
He didn’t make it to the morning. He talked of rubbish and of sins and of rings and of washing away and starting anew. He talked throughout the night, until he didn’t anymore. He stopped, in his sleep and he didn’t start again. It was 3:42 in the morning, on the 12th day of the year 1109. He was 46 years old. He didn’t live to see his last wish come to fruition. He had hoped that the prophecy was right, and that he would receive a ring from within that hard rubbish removal Canberra. That within that pile he would find that which he needed to make it to the next life. He wanted a ring. A small ring, which meant the world to him, because it meant the world to Silvia. She was the love of his life, as he would proclaim in the last few weeks leading up to the rubbish removal Canberra. He would tell me story about her, so many stories. Many of them were forgotten memories of other people and he would tell variations of the same stories over and again. There was on story though, that never changed. Everything about the story, from his first telling of it, remained the same, despite all of his other’s slipping in accuracy. It was the story of his first garden waste Canberra party.
This was the day that my father met Silvia and that was the day that will replay in his head while he lives on in eternity in the next life. I don’t know if he will make the passage, but he has his memories to live with, many of them very happy. This one in particular is a happy one, as he loved to tell it to me.
She wore nothing on her feet. That was how he liked to start the story, and every time it would start with that line. She wore nothing on her feet. She was only a year older than I was, but almost a foot taller. I had not remembered my first rubbish removal Canberra, but I remembered every line on her face, and everything about that day, like watching an old movie.