[m i a o w] the cat

I am feeling very sad. This morning is my second last in our house. I hope HOPE hope that I get to come back here for a few days before we move out. I wish that this could have happened during Summer, when I would have been much happier; abandoning the humidity and heat. The weather now is getting to its best point of the year. Mornings feel like mornings (and not like you’ve woken up in the midday heat), it’s about 25Â°C or 26Â°C every day, and it’s raining a lot - the tank is full and I can water the garden around the house as much as I want.

I have a million things to do - I was going to go op-shopping this morning and find myself a Big Fat Suitcase, but it’s unnaturally quiet. It’s Anzac Day! No shops are open. I think I am going to have to take a combination of little bags, and hope that M can bring down with him anything I can fit in. I have no idea where my laptop bag is, and all my dresses and work clothes are still damp on the line from last nights showers…and from the one that is coming down right now as I type.

*apparently my grandma used this saying - I just googled it, and found out that it features in Always Look on the Bright Side of Life…