Moving Day….or moving day packed very tightly into 2 hours. I had been told by the removal company that the men could be at my place no later than 1.30pm to start unloading because they had to finish by a certain hour or they’d turn in to pumpkins or something. So I rearranged my day and did the big dash from Moonee Ponds to Elwood and got there right on 1.30pm. No removal men. By 2.30, still no removal men. When I rang the company, the woman told me that they had been ‘holded up’. Once I got past the grammatical side of things with that sentence, I had visions of guns. But they eventually arrived at 3.30pm and very quickly had things ticked off the list. John and Phil totally redeemed themselves for their tardiness when they took all of the packing paper and boxes and even some extra rubbish away for me. So I’m in. Needs fine tuning on placement. But I’m there. 

My kitchen, lit by the christmas tree before my fabulous brother arrived with a fancy circular bulb for the kitchen light.