"Hey, there's a table on your car..."

In the afternoon Nadia and Andreas dropped by to finalize the Romanian (and hence fourth and last) version of their wedding invitation.
When they left, they took my old dining table with them.
In the last two weeks they had already taken - one by one - the old chairs.



After we had dragged the table through the narrow, but just wide enough staircase, Andi mounted it onto the roof of his estate. I admit I would have rather tried to put it in the back, but then again I am simply not used to clamp things on top of cars...



Thinking about it, I normally throw things through the window and loose them at the container park. Memories of Wouter and me taming the legendary flying sofa are still quite fresh in my mind...



The table used to be my grand parent's and it has been with me now since year 2000, or so.
I am happy to have finally freed up the space in my home, but it is a bit weird to have really given it away.

I hope it will get a nice spot in its new home.