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.
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