Anthony Malloy Between Coffees

Bert invites his Uncle to dinner.

After an incredibly blustery morning that had everyone’s nerves on edge Sunday’s wind storm brought Mary Poppins and the Poppinets (aka my sister Helen, along with sister Kate and mum) to our house.

We didn’t need any prompting or that hard of a push to leave them in charge of the kids so we jumped in the car and headed off to Williamstown for a spot of Vietnamese for lunch. It was too windy for a stroll so we headed up the road to the Sun and caught a film. Even better, after a bit of research to check it was okay, Rae and I enjoyed a bottle a champers as we watched ‘Death At A Funeral’.

So, that’s no kids, a lunch where we could order whatever we wanted, a movie and a bottle of bubbly; how could the day get any better? Well, when you get home to find your house cleaned top to bottom and dinner waiting for you life becomes pretty good. It’s amazing what a difference removing all that dust makes. Combine that with the fact we didn’t have to worry about Saturday lunch either as Rob and Zita sat the kids while we went to finalise house details and we came back to a cooked lunch. Talk about being spoilt rotten.

Before the sisters and mum flew away I took them out to see our block. Well, I attempted to. You see I had never actually driven to the block before, I’ve always been a passenger. Yes, I got lost going to our own block of land and not just once, but twice. I’m never going to live that one down. All I can say in my defence is that I was born and raised in Shepparton, the most grid-based country town you could wish to find. Once you throw in a bend, a curve, another bend, another curve I could be anywhere. We’re going to have to buy a new Melway or get sat nav if I’m ever going to find my way home.

Either that or I’ll give Helen and a call and follow the umbrella.

Congratulations to Michael and Karen on the birth of Lily Ruth (I see that Michael didn’t get his wish to name his daughter Skye - check the blog as to why he may have wanted to). Those at the GF BBQ this year were all warned not to startle Karen as she very close on the day. Glad to see she made it home and then some.

Well done guys, we can’t wait to meet her.

It’s photo time - Mama’s boys.

Wow, this blog sure is empty. One post in a few weeks which was admittedly some pretty big news for us but surely something else has happened over that time.

Well, not really, I’ve just been incredibly busy with work and save for stressing about our new mortgage there’s been precious little time for anything else. We’re now on to our third lender, thanks to some unforeseen problems with long service leave, but we think we’ve got it all sorted now and we’re all set to pay up on time. Fingers crossed.

We did go for a walk in Yarraville today. I spotted three signs to add to my collection but forgot to take my camera. Grrrr. We were going to say hi to Jenny at Chalk but she was run off her feet. Bert loved almost everything in the store so I don’t think it will be long before we return.

Rae’s even found time to do some video. So if you’d like to see young Bert in action, check him out below getting down to the Play School theme.

Oh dear, it looks as though Rae and I will be up against the wall when the revolution finally comes. Yes, we will soon be part of the landed gentry.

Today we signed our lives, and an obscenely large amount of cash, over to a real estate agent to secure our own plot of this earth. We won’t be building straight away, hopefully that will start early next year but for now we can spend our weekends sitting amongst the weeds and dreaming of the house to come.