Yesterday we got the last bit out of the apartment (now I only have to get rid of old cardboard boxes in the cellar. There are original boxes of things I don´t even own anymore!!!).
The concierge sent someone to rip down the wallpaper in the room. My dear brother came to help me get the job done in the corridor and kitchen (I rather helped him, certainly!! Thank you, man!).
Man... I had easy walls, but my brother had one that simply wouldn´t let go of paper. And the poor guy working in the room had four walls like that! Am I glad the concierge offered that help (and for free - gotta buy a thank-you-bottle of wine in a minute).
Gotta leave work early again to get the cellar done and clean the mess up. Meet the concierge and hand the keys over - and I bet that mother of the boy will fight because the floor doesn´t look like it´s new and whatever else she finds.
She wants an apartment brandnew, I suspect. For at best no money at all. Stupid woman!
I expect some hard time, but hopefully will be out of it by three o clock - and never come back.
Really sad, that woman gave it all a bad taste. I did like that apartment very much (apart from that stupid neighbor)...
And then I go back to the chaos... ;-)