Well the tale is a bit more complicated. First, the darkroom is at my mother's house. Second, the boxes of new stuff belong to a hoarder whose house was cleaned out by order of the fire department. My sister was helping take care of her.

But... my mother is pushing as some of her stuff is behind the pile and I am pushing because my guitar, ukelele, power supply etc. are back there too.

And now off to repair my garage door. Somebody did a U-turn and went a bit too far up the drive.