The task of moving the granite worktop did not go according to plan. Of the 5 mates one messaged with a hour to go saying he had to rush to he his dad who was dying. Poor sod isn't going through a good time with a massive mortgage, subsidence and a wife who's run off with some bloke leaving my mate with two kids. We were understandably down to 4.
Then after the prescribed time one had forgotten- "oops be there in 15 minutes" and another had miscommunicated- after saying yes to coming at 7 he later messaged to say it was a bit late for him if we could change it. I told him we couldn't really as everyone had agreed to 7pm. What the blurt should have said was he couldn't make 7, not that it was a bit late ... so at 7.30 I discovered we only had 3 for the lift.
I knocked on a neighbour's door. His wife told me that Norman was in bed... he gets up at 4. My other neighbour is 85 with a heart condition and another is 75 like a rake. Fortunately one if the fellas who came around new someone in a nearby street who was able to help.
This was not a 150kg slab. It seemed way more. I havecalwaya suspected it was basalt, despite its name in shops. The bulk density of basalt of over 3 tonnes per cubic metre, meaning this slab weighs in at 30kg more at least. We tilted the slab and got it vertical so it wouldn't snap and inched our way tobthe front door where I had some 4x2 waiting to put it on. What didn't help was having 3 mates lift one end and me lift the other.
We nearly made it before one of the 3 started to panic... then I remembered his gammy hand. Meanwhile the two farthest out of the door had trod into the oil drip tray that sits under my 56 year old daimler and started to lose traction. We had to put the slab down pdq.
From there it was all about stone henge - sliding and twisting the slab around over blocks of 4x2 until it finally rested against a wall.
I'm 'kin broken. But its off... the one biggest obstacle to me finishing dismantling the old kitchen.
Theres a female thats interested in buying the worktops. She optimistically told me that at the end of October her 3 sons will be back from college/uni or whatever and will help lift it into a van. I hope they play rugby.