Before you read this story keep in mind that I was moving abroad for good to join my ex with our 3 month dd and had budgeted almost down to the t with a small amount of spending money and my landlord was a knob and I lived in a place with a leaking roof for 5 years as he didn’t want to pay for it to be fixed.
The troubles started when I applied for dd passport I’d recently had a name change and the passport was delayed because my name change forms hadn’t arrived yet, my mum had come to stay to help me as there was no way I could travel with two suitcases a pram and dd.
(couldn’t afford to ship everything else so was at friends storage unit, ex had gotten a new job abroad we only had two weeks notice and after 3 months we were finally joining him)
After being delayed for two weeks (poor mum stayed the whole time) passport arrived we booked the plane tickets for the next day ordered taxis looked at coach times etc (I’d payed the rent and had informed the landlord that I would be out by the end of the month but didn’t have mob number to say I was leaving the next day)
Cue the morning! We felt so organized bags packed by the front door, mum goes out the front putting them in the taxi I go out the back lock the door and drop the keys through the landlords letterbox as he’s away and off we go to the coach station Mum’s getting the bags out.....but where’s my backpack with our passports?!? In the bleeding flat.
Mum takes taxi back tried to get in through the window I left open but it’s too high, knocks on landlords door he’s still out. Comes back, I go try window with help from strangers in the street, go to see upstairs who are friends with landlord they are out but have left a hammer on the stairs...can you see where this is going? I smash the smallest window for the bathroom grab my bag and get back in the taxi off the the coach station.
We missed the coach had to take two trains and a taxi but we made it!