A dangerous encounter

Here is a picture of a rather large and extremely heavy victorian wardrobe yes it is very ornate and quite beautiful, unless of course you have to shift one. Quite a long story cut short here but I spent most of yesterday doing some general building and labour work for my landlord, before we could start on the conversion of the attic space (on a three storey victorian town house)the attic had to be cleared. there was two gigantic behemoth wardrobes they where the size of Battlecruisers, in fact they could have been used at Jutland in 1916 if they;d had guns on them. You should by now get a feel for the shear size of these monumentous and gargantuan pieces of carpentry if the picture does not relay the sense of scale.

Anyway the landlord who shall remain totally nameless for fear of being taken away and questioned by the Health and Safety Inquisition who by chance is actually a thoroughly nice chap and i really do enjoy working with ,over stepped my normally high degree of optimism.Oh yes we shuffled , we shimmied, huffed, and puffed , swore, and sweated and got to the begining OF THE TOP STAIR CASE. A winding three level ornate and delicate staircase of 100 years old the epitomy of the grand staircase in a grand Victorian villa. There was no way the wardrobe was going to go down in the conventional manner well not with just two of us.

So the landlord decided to prop the end of this wooden Tyranasaurus Rex on one end of the bannister rail, heaving and hoofing, coughing and spluttering it was propped. we stood back and pondered well i did, the landlord went to the next level and told me to push. Reluctantly and still pondering our next move i pushed. The beast slid further out dangling precariously towards the next level, it then came to me what was happening to i shot to join the landlord on the next staircase. Now we where both there he was convinced we could take the weight so we let gravity bring the monster closer to the next level. OH MY GOD i cried this is going to kill us both.