We stare in silent disbelief from truck to set. The van it arrived on was bigger. Screwdrivers come out, flats are dismantled, cloths are folded and refolded. The lorry is looking full; unfortunately the stage still does too.
“It’s never going to fit,” we worry to each other. The castle turrets are cylindrical – nothing we can do to flatten them. We balance them on top.
“It’s all in!” We slam the doors shut, three of us leaning against them while we fasten the padlock. The truck goes.
We stare in silent disbelief. There, centre stage, mocking us – the Ruby Slippers.
This post was written as part of the 100 word challenge for grown ups over at Julia’s Place. This really is how I spent my Saturday night from 10pm onwards… Never seen so much stuff go in such a small van.