Around taking Ishbel to soccer, we cleaned out the shed and the area under the house and deck ready for the move. Our friend, Bec, came with her trailer and helped us and diffused the tension when Ian and I disagreed over what should stay and what should go - and almost every single item had to be negotiated despite Ian having told me before we got up that morning that he was quite resigned to throwing stuff out.
ANYWAY (deep breaths, HC, deep breaths), two and a half trailer loads to the tip and two loads to storage later the shed is empty except for shelving and there is just the old lounge suite lurking under the house. Getting everything into the storage facility was a bit of a squeeze - we all but held stuff in as we pulled down the roller door. Bec also took a trailer load to her house saying they wouldn't need the trailer before we move and that we could store that load with them. When I spoke to her yesterday, however, she said they'd had to unload the trailer - Steve decided he wanted to get soil and mulch and such for digging a garden!
Sunday was a far more civilised affair. In the morning Rob, Ishbel, Ian and I went round antique shops looking to see if we could find a tall boy. Three non-existent antique shops (don't believe the Pink Pages, Karen) and four really ones later we still hadn't found what we were looking for. But that's OK. I just wanted to check there was nothing out there before we buy from a 'normal' furniture shop.
And it got much better for me in the afternoon when I headed off to Lilianfels in Katoomba (picture of the lounge below) for my book group where we discussed the delightful The Uncommon Reader.
Meanwhile Rob was at his mate Nick's house for the afternoon. Jamie was playing golf as an end of season outing with his AFL team and Ishbel had Ruby over to play. Ian pottered about sticking up the polystyrene he'd got from work for insulating the underside of the house.
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