Weddings for the season have now been attended, gifts given, cards signed and we’re facing down the barrel of a bleak, ceremony-less winter. When I see a house I like I think I might marry it, though, because then it can’t leave me, right? Those two pics I posted on Friday were of houses we visited this weekend and decided we could TOTALLY live in so that brings the next round of auctions to three possibles. You will have to wait until after Easter to ride the rollercoaster again though – auctions are on the 3rd, 10th and 13th of April. We will have been house hunting for about three months then. May not sound long to many of you, but it’s far more of my life devoted to the process than I ever previously intended.
Other updates: P spent the weekend chatting with Melbourne based friends about how we should totally go over for a visit, apparently ignorant of all my birthday scheming (muahaha). R nearly wet himself, writhing with excitement over the secret when P was speculating about a good time for a visit (P in his best man’s speech about R: “Apart from the fact he can’t keep a secret, he’s the best friend you can imagine”). I think he might be on to me, actually. Sneaky beggar is very sneaky and I cannot for the life of me work out how I’m going to secretly pack him a bag to get to the airport.
Also, not to boast (totally to boast), but it is EXTREMELY attractive when one’s husband makes a speech about his best mate and has everyone in tears of laughter and emotion. The booze helped a willing audience to be sure, I was so proud of him nonetheless.
And so, hi ho hi ho etc – work.