When we bought our house we weren't moving in fortunately, so slightly less stress, but of course we were excited, and we did have a removal van of stuff to go in as we were going to use it over the summer and rent it out.
We left our home on Friday and started driving in the van on a really bad weather day, less than 4 miles into the 150 mile journey we hit traffic. So many accidents, because of the weather. We were due to complete at midday. Their solicitor started ringing ours at 11am, to hurry us along. By 2pm I was in tears, we'd been on the road hours, traffic was manic, and in the van we couldn't risk trying an unknown alternative route. We were exchanging keys ourselves, as it was an online estate agent.
Finally arrived at 4pm, feeling terribly guilty to keep vendor hanging on all day.
As we arrived all the doors were open, there was straw swirling through the house in the gale force winds, half the furniture was still in the house, the van outside was jam packed and you wouldn't get a teaspoon in it, and he was moving all the stuff left into our garage!
At that point he told us he'd be back on Sunday to get it all! Somehow we ended up in a conveyor belt type line helping him put it in the garage!
I think we were too shocked to register anything but surprise! The house that had looked gorgeous in Feb, was a tip!
Found out afterwards from the neighbour (we got talking when she asked if the motorbike in her garden was ours, it wasn't but he'd run out of space in the garage!) and the straw and animal smell was because they had 12 rabbits. House rabbits. They lived IN the house, running free. Along with 4 cats. I have no idea how there was never a bunny massacre quite honestly. It was flea ridden!