It is dark..... the time is 12:30am. The house is quiet and all are asleep.
Brrrrring-brrrrring! Brrrrring-brrrrring! A cell phone goes off.
I dash down the corridor, open the security gate, but alas I am too slow in my half dazed state and the phone cuts off.
Now I am wide awake anxiously wondering who might be injured or desperately ill.
As I catch the end of 'Casino Royal', the gate intercom rings.
"He-llo?", I reluctantly answer.
" We are here to deliver your furniture." says a really rough sounding man.
"Are you flippin' MAD? It's 1 o'clock in the morning!", I so eloquently answer.
I call MrGee for help. By now thoughts of robbery ,r@pe and murder are buzzing through my mind.(We live in S.Africa remember!)
"We can not let you into the complex at this hour", MrGee explains.
"Well, then we will just leave your furniture at the side of the road!" says the rough sounding man.
So at 1:15am a Queen Size bed, fridge, couch and carpet are carried into our house and dumped in the hallway!