I like helping with removals

Today I was helping a friend of mine doing his removal (my dictionary says it's called removal, my mind says, it's called relocation. I'm not sure which to trust: The dictionary is from 1961, actually). I really like to do this kind of things: Carrying furniture and boxes down the stairs, stuffing them into a van, carrying them up again. I even like the little scratches you get from the cardboard boxes.

I guess it's because this is physical work - and because it happens just once in a while. I'm pretty sure I would dislike garden work, for example, which has to be done regularly.

What I also liked about this special removal was the fact, that I had to move between his old and new flat by bike, since there wasn't enough place for all the helpers in the van. It was about five kilometers, and I was passing by the cathedral and crossing the river. I did this several times, and for the weather was getting better throughout the day, I enjoyed each ride more than the one before. Well, except the one where my back wheel turned flat...