When DP now amazingly DH was giving up his house that had been in his family for nearly 100 years ( and I sure still had some of the things from way back then) it was a nightmare.
We'd been away somewhere and arrived back home and then had two days to empty it before going off again which in a way was good as it have us a dead line.
He'd been permanently moved I with me for 5 months and before he did that we/ he had been gradually sorting out all of his stuff.
I'm one of these, if there's a job to be done , I roll up my sleeves and plough through it...oh no! Not him!which is why I said amazingly he's my DH.
Leading up to his move, I'd say shall we tackle so and so cupboard and I'd get a no! Granted the house hadn't been sold at that point but he was moving in and when he did he left loads, nd I mean loads of stuff in his old house.
So, back to those two days. House was sold. I waved him off . He came back at tea time with a loaded car,which he stored in my loft. Next day, I waved him off again and the plan was I drove up to his house and we loaded stuff into both cars.
So, I got to his house and when I got Inside....ladies I could have wept. I'm thinking it was just a matter of loading up my car. No way. There was stuff all over.
It wasn't all in one room. There was little piles scattered in every room. One room had enough clothes hangers in a pile on the floor to have done m and s proud. He wasn't best pleased when I started dragging everything into one room!
Three hours later when I was beyond exhausted( this is after I'd spent a day sorting my own stuff and packing for our trip) we set off for mine!!!
The next day, he was up early and back to his house to remove the last of the stuff . (He lived 40 minutes away ) before dashing back to me and then us setting off on a long journey.
At least it was left , clean and tidy and empty but if you run I to a vendor like him just hope he is attached to someone like me!