One is in one’s trailer. One spent the first night in ones trailer last night and one has lived to tell the tale. The cats appear to like the trailer very much, and are partlicularly pleased to be amongst things they recognise, like the mattress and boxes that smell familiar. (I have to lose the royal mode of address now, as one doesn’t appear to be able to sustain it.)

M made a fabulous bed base, and once again we have an uber-high bed! Somehow our wonder-mattress is far nicer when it’s a long way from the ground. Last night was spent unpacking, with me squeaking with delight about all the things I’d forgotton we owned. M cleaned the glass in the woodheater, and it looks very Vogue Living - the flames almost appear to be faux-flames! Basically, the presence of the woodheater makes the trailer a viable place to live - without it, I doubt we would be here.

I had unpacked my original Teasmade and set it up with a tall green teapot that I bought just before I ‘quit’ my job. It’s perfect. I put in three teabags, and promptly at 8am this morning, the alarm went off (it’s such a racket) and there was steaming tea in the teapot. I was completely thrilled. All that was lacking was a maid to bring it in to me, but I braved the bite of the morning air, and got it myself - and whisked back into bed. We could have been anywhere this morning, the fog was so thick that I was imagining we were back at Echo Point in Katoomba with the mists rolling up.

The cats jumped up on the bed and looked out the window. They were immediately transfixed by the ostrich. I could see Mow thinking,
“That’s the biggest chicken I ever saw…mmmmm…chicken.”
While Saf observed it for at least five minutes, before deciding it was beneath his dignity to appear so utterly awed. (Rule of Cat #211 - When in doubt? Wash!)

After going shopping for even more things - doormat, clothes horse, storage contianers, wastepaper bin, mofo angle grinder etc. etc. we came home and Decided To Try Out The Washing Machine. It was a somewhat fraught process, as we must of done something that it didn’t like, and thus we had to pull out a lot of wet towels and put them in a bucket. After a few more tries, and studying the manual, we (or at least M) seems to have it under control. It spins up to 1200 times a minute. The first few times it did this, M kept running to the other end of the Trailer shrieking, “It’s about to take off! It’s about to take off!”
And it did seem as if all the surrounding suburbs were being sucked toward the Trailer with the power of its spin… I’m assuming we’ll get used to it, but at present, it’s like having a Tasmanian Devil locked in the bathroom.

I have made roast pumpkin and sweet potato soup for dinner tomorrow night (I can only gape at myself in wonder), and tomorrow we venture back to dad’s place to say hello to the beautiful kittens, purloin some bookshelves and do more [sharp intake of breath] computer fixing. I am happy to report that former housemate E is going to be adopting the little tabby, so at least I will be able to keep in touch! The furry kitten may also have an owner - so now I’m going to start looking for homes for the twins (who don’t have to go together, although they might prefer it).