Homeless

I couldn't decide whether to title this "Farewell to Tani" , or "Of No Fixed Abode". Perhaps "Between Residences".  "Homeless" seemed suitably melodramatic 😊

I have spent the past week and especially the weekend cleaning and taking things out of the house, aided and abetted by various other people. Julia organised A Bloke to come yesterday afternoon and to take away things that I would have put in the skip if I had had a skip. Lindsey came with her station wagon and took garden stuff and other bits and pieces up to her place. I brought things up to her place as well. I scrubbed and cleaned and cleared and brushed and vacuumed and polished.  It took several goes to clean the oven!

(Memo to self: if you use the oven in the new place, you should perhaps clean it more than once every two or three years.  Better yet, don't use it)

By the end of yesterday afternoon, the place looked like this:

I have said goodbye to my lovely neighbours. Hilary next door will put the bins out tomorrow. I went down this morning and cleaned up the garage and that was that. All done.

Farewell to Tani. It was a happy and sunny home for not quite 8 years

Many thanks to everyone who turned out to help get it all organised

Lindsey and I went to the Buninyong Pub for lunch yesterday. They had been advertising a Sunday special of roast beef with Yorkshire pudding. It is not common to get Yorkshire puddings in Australian country pubs.  Lindsey and I both fancied it. So I booked a table for a late lunch. And this is what we got:

It was delicious, and a perfect lunch for a weekend spent cleaning and clearing.

You don't often get spectacular sunrises at Hill House. The sun rises behind the hill. You more often get spectacular sunsets in the west behind the plain.  This morning, however, Lindsey came rushing back into the house as she was leaving for work and exhorted me to go out and look. So I did:

An auspicious dawn for my New Life
in the City, which should 
come to be in a fortnight