Saturday, 31 December 2016

Off to spend my NYE with some lovely people, drinking lovely wine and eating lovely food, having lovely conversation.

Lovely.

Friday, 30 December 2016

Had my first facial in over 5 years today.

It. Was. Bliss.

Thursday, 29 December 2016

And now Debbie Reynolds. As a fan of 'Postcards from the Edge', I won't say I didn't appreciate the dark irony of her dying one day after her daughter... but still. So sad. So many good people lost this year.

Wednesday, 28 December 2016

My earliest role model. From Princess to General - she taught me more than I could ever possibly articulate.



RIP Carrie Fisher. And thank you.

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

Really need to work out what I'm going to do with the old sofa before the new one arrives tomorrow... charities won't collect until late January! Who do I know with a truck... 🤔

Monday, 26 December 2016

And now George Michael.

2016 you can just fuck right off, quite frankly.

Sunday, 25 December 2016

Well that's going to go down as possibly the worst Christmas Day in living memory.

But I suppose that's consistent with the latter part of 2016, which has been (to quote my sis) "c***ingly disappointing".

Saturday, 24 December 2016

This year it's going to take a bucketload of patience and a truckload of wine to make it through Christmas without losing my mind.

Friday, 23 December 2016

Tried a floatation tank for the first time today. Not quite sure it's for me, but we'll see. I've booked a package of 3 sessions, so I have to give it at least two more tries.

Thursday, 22 December 2016

Can we just be done with Christmas already? It's going to be hideous and I'd rather just sleep for a week thanks very much.

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

Upside of now having a car: can buy heavy stuff at the grocery store and not have to wonder how I'm going to lug it all home.

Downside of now having a car: forking out nearly $1k during the week prior to Christmas for a roadworthy check and transfer of interstate registration.

Monday, 19 December 2016

Choosing subjects for next year and realise I've chosen a children's literature subject and a subject on serial killers. Let's hope no future employer ever needs to see my academic transcript.

Sunday, 18 December 2016

Literally cannot deal with the nine kinds of cray right now. However, this is my life philosophy, so I'm just getting on with it...


Saturday, 17 December 2016

8 hours driving from Radelaide to Ballarat, followed by more unpacking of LB's new digs, followed by a late-night supermarket run.

BUT THEY WERE PLAYING HAMILTON MIXTAPE IN WOOLIES SO IT'S ALL GOOD. 

Friday, 16 December 2016

Thursday, 15 December 2016

The house is empty. The shed is cleared. The one zillion pot plants are gone.

All that's left is to load my car with the last few bits in the morning and then it's sayonara to my childhood home.

Not. Even. Remotely. Emotional.

WTF is wrong with me?!?

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

My chosen family are awesome. Every single one of them.

Even the crazy puppy.

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

An enormous skip (9 cubic metres) filled to the brim with crap. We're almost there... almost.

Monday, 12 December 2016

Took a bit of necessary time out today for a beach walk with the puppy, a manicure and a massage.


Sunday, 11 December 2016

So ahead of target in the clean up... although Brutha's method (keep it) vs my method (chuck it all) is a delicate negotiation.

Saturday, 10 December 2016

Ballarat > Adelaide (repack truck) > Littlehampton.

On the upside, I get to sleep in a bunk bed for the first time in decades.

*sarcasm*

Friday, 9 December 2016

Adelaide > Ballarat > Melbourne > Ballarat.

So much driving. So much unpacking. So much tiredness.

Thursday, 8 December 2016

Last night sleeping in the family home for LB, Brutha and me. Big day ahead moving her back to her hometown.

Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Meltdowns ahoy... and not from me.


Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Last available night to chuck shit out before LB comes home to spend the last two nights in her house of 46 years. 1am finish it is.

Monday, 5 December 2016

Two things I desperately hope I do not inherit from my grandmother and mother:

1. Hoarding tendencies

2. Psychosis

What do you think are my chances?!

Sunday, 4 December 2016

We've had to devise a nickname for all the boxes and bin bags destined for the skip, so LB doesn't catch on that we're chucking a fairly high percentage of her crap.

James suggested Kanga, since it's going in the skip...

Saturday, 3 December 2016

Fairly certain LB is nominating me for shittiest daughter of the year award purely because I refuse to allow her to take more than 12 pairs of slacks to Ballarat with her (half of which don't fit her anyway due to her rapid weight loss).

Friday, 2 December 2016

My godfather has the patience of a saint. He's also deaf as a post, which means he can't hear most of LB's crazed ramblings...

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Almost lost my grandmother's eternity ring on the train from Melbs to Warrnambool... that would have been an auspicious start to what is bound to be a hellish two weeks.