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.