She can't move the stuff because she has this serious lumbar thing, and in addition to my own arthritis etc. I can't even move about in her flat because it's so cramped. I thought my place was chocabloc with crap, but this is about five times worse...To even get in, you have to crawl over this roll of carpet that R fished out of a skip, and keeps in the vestibule. It's quite nice and everything, apart from the reek of piss that emanates as strongly today as it did when she found it several years ago. I could go on..
When my painkillers kick in, as much as they're going to, I have to lug a load of boxes and planks that were left outside by the workers, to the rubbish room downstairs. Grunt.