... continued warm, sunny and gentle.
Not much happened. I did a bit more packing, a bit more organising, a bit more tidying.
I was surprised, while gazing out the kitchen window while making breakfast on Sunday, to see this:
I would not have been surprised had I been in East Melbourne, Northcote or even Docklands. It is not absolutely unknown to see balloons in Mount Helen but it is not as common.
I am trying to work out the logistics of moving me, my belongings and the cats to the new place in Docklands. Most of my stuff is in storage and the storage company tells me that they can move my things to the flat. The building management wants to know their insurance details. The storage company seems strangely reluctant to give them to me. If they continue to delay I shall find another removal company (although I am not sure how I will get my things out of storage; I don't have a key to the facility or to the storage unit. But I am sure that can be worked out.) Then I have boxes of stuff at Hill House, which I can take to Melbourne in the car although I might have to book the lift for that too. I will talk to the concierge on Monday. Plus, of course, I have to move the cats and all their stuff. I will probably do that last.
In the meantime, I have rented a parking space, at vast expense, for two months in the parking facility across the road from Victoria Point (which is the building my flat is in). I am not anticipating keeping the car once I get settled in, although Freyja, Simon and I might share it and keep it in the parking space which comes with their apartment. Mine does not have a parking space.
Today, the weather is cooler and greyer. Having beguiled us with the promise of spring, winter is returning this week. Which I suppose is fair; it is, after all, still August.