Moving Day

Just coming back up for air after a miscellaneous nasty microbe kept me in bed for the better part of four days. Being kept in bed is a very good thing except when you're by yourself, coughing, sneezing and wheezing with only a packet of lozenges for company.

I usually fight off colds reasonably well, however last Friday morning I awoke with the telltale signs in the back of the throat warning of impending disaster. It was probably penance for not posting promised photos of Noosa or Half-Nekkid bits the day before. My first reaction was to roll over and go back to sleep, cower under the doona and take a one day sickie. No such luck - it was MOVING DAY.

M and I have moved in together, or more specifically she has moved in with kiddies and I. Very Exciting Stuff. But not on a cold Canberra Friday morning with a head full of snot and clinging to one end of the world's heaviest and largest wardrobe, desperately trying to avoid dropping it fifteen feet off the side of a front porch railing..

In hindsight I should have paid the extra hundred bucks to have the removalist bring another bloke with him. By lunchtime everything was moved, I was completely shattered and collapsed in bed until after dark. About a week later the house is returning to some normality, there are still moving boxes everywhere, head is clearing. I want it to stay that way so I won't be taking any chances with karma - photos go up straight after work tonight!