My last move
was in a whirlwind of 11 days - had to be in the 'States, had to move, couldn't look at the new place in the meantime, friends showed up, got the latch key from the building superintendent and packed me up and moved me while I was in the air.
Got to Munich in time to help with sorting things into the new place.
One of my oldest friends is married to one of these TV-psychologists. She was doing my several hundred cook books and stumbled across a box of several hand mixers.
She actually had the nerve to suggest that someone who had so many waffle irons and mixers was unbalanced!
The other eight people, including her husband - all of whom had inherited mixers, waffle irons and various and sundry other goodies from me over the decades all said, as of one:
"Er SAMMELT, er hortet nicht! Crucifix nominii!!!"
Thank the gods for good friends. Sheesh. We collect, we don't hoard. There's a difference.
They live in a gigantic house, by the by. She made him throw out everything when they got married except his notebook, the clothes she'd chosen for him and the necessary reference books to his profession.
Yikes!