So we are down to 10 days to moving and:The septic is still septic - what did we put down there? There are those two missing B&B guests - hmmm
The government building inspector say all is well but won't put it in writing - bloody government employees
Our mortgage lady laughs every time we come into her office; she can't believe the conservative lenders of Canada will give us money - but she does say we're charming. Blimey that's without the banks knowing us. She says no Canadian would get the deal that Alan gets.
We have the moving team in place - abused friends of course
Appliances on order with the moving date in place - we chose them in 7 minutes of arriving in the store. We don't have time to dither about these thing and I wanted a drink.
Electric and plumbing guys are booked
AND - I've lost my sense of humour. I'm becoming my true profile: glum - well think about it the last time we moved we'd had slaves.
However, you should all pop over for the last event at HHH - yes it's going be the last song and dance. I will perform once drunk enough - many enjoy this particular part of the night. Party attendees have referred to it as the "spectacle". I slide, spin, shuffle, wiggle, and then finally lose my balance and head for the floor, usually in a dramatic backward 10 step program - or is that a program I should join? Alan gets rather upset with me and I have to go to bed where I stay for 12 hours. Hey, I fell because my ears were tired and I lost my balance. What's the issue. It's not like I killed the nasty dogs next door that we won't have to listen anymore.
From Alan's point of view it is embarrassing behaviour - even after 20 years of such events he can't look away. Well the "spectacle" is rather just too much fun not to watch. Mind you I don't have one on video. Maybe that has something to do with my singing ability.
Cheers all - keep on moving.
Px



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