It’s cool he’s going to join the show again; it’s been on TV for an impressive 57 years!. Quite the achievement. Though despite that it’s still best known for being in Friends™.
But I’ve no time to dwell on it as we’re far too busy moving house.
“The One Where I Move House a Second Time”
Yes, we’ve moved, and not a moment too soon. Enough things are unpacked and fixed up that it feels a bit like our place, but there’s a lot of work left to do. Big thanks to all the friends and family who helped with the move (and especially my wife’s dad in law who may have given himself a hernia doing it).
I think I was in denial a bit about how much stuff we’d accrued since moving into the last place. And foolishly decided we could do it without removal men. Even though we only had one day to move everything!
We did it. But it seemed every hour the end point moved further away. Several times we rang the estate agent to move back the time. And their response kept changing!
“No worries, we’ll let the buyer know.”
“No worries, I don’t think they finish work till four.”
“No worries, they’re not planning on moving in today anyway.”
WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT THE FIRST TIME. We could have saved a lot of stress and backache.
But we’re in and done, so I can finally catch up with my Friends™ who now include the wonderful Susan Sarandon, starring in DOOL™ but having her role taken over by Joey. (How very… 21st century).
I went to visit the set the other day. And the strangest thing happened. They were shooting the scene, and as I looked it took on the feeling of a cheap soap opera. Like the camera angles were changing, and everything. Very odd. Then Susan Sarandon got annoyed at someone and hit them for real! She started walking off the set. But I swear I saw her laughing as she walked off. Sometimes your field of visions just a bit too wide these days....
Working with her to take over the role, Joey got a bit too involved. First Ross, then Rachel, now Joey! It seems everyone only meets new partners at work these days. But, unlike the other two, there isn’t a power imbalance here to make things weird. And to be honest, if I worked with Susan Sarandon and she fancied me I’d risk a trip to HR too.
But, just like that, it’s over. Sad seeing things end for them so soon after she took a film role in Mexico. I mean, it’s hardly Minsk.
It turns out Joey’s not the only one with a thing for older lovers! I bet you didn’t know Phoebe likes older men too. (If only they could get over their interest in the middle-aged and date each other instead…)
We found out after Rachel and Phoebe fought over a mobile phone left by a young hot guy in Central Perk™. They thought it was his so rang him up for a date. I was a bit confused as to why a random man would agree to dinner with someone just because they found his phone. Surely he had no idea what they’d look like?! But it made more sense when he showed up and was an old dude. When you’re that age you’ve gotta take what you can get! And Phoebe did. Leaping on it like a lion on a three legged Gazelle.
We should have been able to tell he was old from the phone to be honest. That thing looked about thirty years old!!!
Elsewhere Ross has taken up the bagpipes for Chandler and Monica’s wedding. But the less said about that the better.
The last thing to go was the washing machine. With a bit of DIY plumbing to make sure there’d be no leaks. Then we noticed we had a bit of a problem.
We hadn’t left space for the cats!
“Well, they know the area, we’ll come back for them after unloading” we thought. After all, the estate agent said the other party’s not moving in till tomorrow.
So a few hours later we rocked up to our old house, assuming it would be empty, barring two confused cats. To find the new owner having a look around already!
We just about managed to get through the stilted conversation as we boxed up the cats only for my super pregnant wife to need the toilet. I’m sorry, would you mind if she has a go one last time?
To be honest, it made me a bit sad being there again, all our life stripped away, taking the cats away from the place we’d lived for so many years. Our first house. The place our first child nursed in, the first garden I took ownership off, the first place I cooked a roast. Now looking so small. We’d definitely outgrown it. There were so many memories, and yet so many things we hadn’t done with it. (Thanks to a certain major world event I can count the number of barbecues we hosted on one hand.)
As I ruminated on all these thoughts, the buyer standing awkwardly waiting for me to leave, my wife flushed the toilet, and a fountain of water burst out of the pipe where the washing machine had been.
Ah. About that… I’m terribly sorry; you may need to get a plumber in. Sorry we can’t stay any longer, it’s been a long day, these cats aren’t going to feed themselves and did I mention how pregnant my wife is? We don’t want to risk any more waters breaking here. Byeeeee