Life is…well, I won’t say trundling along, but kind of staggering in jagged steps. Am definitely not used to living a ten to fifteen minute drive (depending on where I need to go) from things. The only supermarket that is open in Hervey Bay on a Sunday is way at the top end of town *sigh*. I have to try and break away from my ‘two-minutes-from-everything’ inner city thinking.

The other day M decided that it would be good to ‘tack up a flyscreen’ on one of our bedroom windows and then proceeded to spend all of one afternoon making an elaborate frame, fitting it to the window, planing off the edges, fitting it again. I didn’t point out that he wouldn’t be getting a trophy for his efforts, but just continued to fill the three million nail holes in the walls that have to be filled before we can paint. Anyway, the screen was finally completed and we left the window open during the night as moths threw themselves against it from the outside… And then I learnt a valuable lesson. Not only are the many windows in Queensland homes highly decorative, they are also made of Very Thick Glass. As the night progressed, neighbour no.1’s dog would bark, which would set off neighbor no.2’s dog, which in turn would set off the rest of the dogs in the street. This would have been bearable, but then all the dogs in the street then woke up neighbor no.1’s rooster (yes, that’s right) which then found itself in competition with neighbor no.2’s rooster, followed promptly by neighbor no.3’s rooster. All the rooster noise then put the dogs to shame, everything quietened down, only to repeat the whole performance every hour or so…
Needless to say, my eyebags were impressive.

The house is progressing slowly, however we are living in a bedsit situation and it’s hard to jump on my computer at any given opportunity. All the cooking and sleeping is done in the bedroom, everything we own is squished into the other bedroom, the fridge is in the carport along with the sink that M rigged up which is connected to the water tank by a hose. The sink drains into a bucket. It sounds v.primitive but it beats washing with a bottle of water on the back steps.

Don’t know if I mentioned them before (I keep losing track of days), but this place is a spider haven! I don’t think I’m going to be able to convince my brother aka The Arachnaphobe to visit me…actually that probably goes for Lisa as well. They are EVERYWHERE! Well, not inside as of yet, but I am definitely wary of walking in between trees outside!