For our last move we had three little kids and I was heavily pregnant, so we decided to opt for the removal firm to pack our stuff.
We had a lot of stuff, tons of toys, books, gardening stuff, a garage full of motorbike bits and we ran our business from home. The removals guy looked around and cheerfully told me it would take a couple of hours to pack. I was a bit sceptical, but figured he was the professional.
Come removal day it took us until four or so to pack and load the van, and that was with DH and me full on helping. There was no room in the massive van for the garage stuff so that had to come the following day.
The removal guys were lovely but very pissed off with their boss who had done the estimating. We bought everyone fish and chips for lunch, provided loads of snacks and tea and the kids were in full on charming mode.
Though there was nearly a mutiny when they realised our new house had three storeys and their boss hadn't warned them.
Fortunately our buyers were taking another month or so to complete and move in so we were okay going back the next day to clean and stuff. (In the event buyers borrowed our spare keys to measure up and sneakily moved in before completion, but that's another CF story).