I have had three hundred phone calls today concerning the new house and the old house. Most of them arrived whilst I was on "the other" phone. It felt pretty post-modern at the time!!! Some friends of ours have have had a funeral today; a sad and tragic loss. Somehow, worrying about "in transit insurance" and a broken water pump became relatively unimportant.
Most of Stocko is now decomissioned. We had to eat at the Washtub. We got there at five to eight to be told that we might be lucky and get ten dollar fish and chips. Kitchen staff lamented that there had only been fifteen patrons in all night and so had decided to pack up. At two minutes past eight a party of four turned up but were turned away. No wonder it isn't exactly the best venue in town. That's Stocko for you. I wonder if I will miss it. I certainly won't miss the maniac down the road who went on a fuelled-up rant around the streets at 4 am this morning.
Sally has had a challenging day. She has taken to following my every step in the house. My shadow. Up stairs and downstairs. She obviously understands that the environment is changing. (I keep saying to her; "Sal, you are coming with me", but she just doesn't seem to get it.) Three people arrived at the house today; all males, in working gear. She was fine with two of them but went berserk with the third. Growling and barking so much that I had to shut her on the balcony. Interestingly, he was the one who asked me if there was a dog on the property when he rang before his arrival. Sally picked that he was not a dog lover even though he was trying very hard and being very nice to her. Discerning beast.
Lester has had a huge day at work, finishing off before his holiday. Our erstwhile neighbours, Susan and Eric were back in town today and called into the surgery so Lester took them upstairs to see the place. I hope we don't lose contact with them now that they have moved to the Central Coast.
I have decided, after expert advice, not to venture into exotic or flowering trees. The environment on the roof is so severe that we will stick to Dragos ; Dragon trees. Just need to find two, 100 litre dragon trees, soon.
The best thing happened last night. Toowitt came back. He (or it could have been Toowoo - hard to tell in the dark) sat on the ledge outside our bedroom window and "backed up the truck", as Aidan calls it. If you are familiar with a tawny frogmouth love call you will know what I mean. I just love knowing that they are still alive. They lived in our back yard for three years and disappeared about twelve months ago when the crows and magpies took over the trees. At the risk of sounding superstitious, I felt that their return might be read as a favourable omen, either for the house, for Stockton or for me. I think I will take it personally because I like them so much and I have felt a certain sense of loss since they were driven out in the Backyard Bird Wars.
Lester has taken photos which I will include here.
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The "skyscraper" or "tower of power": this wine rack holds three doz. It's not in situ yet - fits into a corner |
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Bathroom doors |
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Through the bathroom doors |
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Bathroom vanity cabinet |
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DVD and CD shelving waiting to be installed |
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LP cabinet |
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Haloumi meets cobblestone; Porters spectacular! |
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Rendering completed. |
I won't be writing for two weeks. This will be odd given that I have written 61 times ...
Think of me in the vineyards of Rutherglen, the folk festival of Port Fairy, the spas and restuarants of Daylesford and the cricket museum of Bowral (sure to be the highlight!!) Who need to go OS to have a great holiday?
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