The firm Di decided to work for offered her the choice of a new phone. The temptation of a Crackberry was eschewed in favour of a Samsung touch screen job. She has, unwisely I suspect, decided to keep her same number which means she'll never be able to turn it off. We wandered into Tauranga to sign the house papers and were needless to say presented with a large bill. One rather odd thing that happens over here is that the portion of the rates paid by the vendor is added to your house purchase. It also seems to be the case that you pay every six months unless you specifically make a point of asking for monthly payments.
Freya made several batches of extremely tasty Anzac biscuits, but the last batch resulted in the untimely death of a favoured plastic bowl, accidentally left on on of the recently juiced hotplates.
I summoned up the enthusiasm to run into and around the mount, but suffered from a slightly stiff calf on the way back. I guess that's an indication to ease off a bit.
Wednesday we were packing. We were also troubled by a bad smell from the kitchen. A packet of cat food, purchased in a moment of weakness had been thrown on top of the cupboards when Phoebe wouldn't leave it alone. Sadly it dropped down the gap behind the built in oven and has lain there, irretrievable, ever since. It is now starting to hum, especially when we use the oven. Hopefully it will abate over the next few days.
Di has decided not only to use her existing mobile number, but to put our home phone on her business card. Had she asked me, which she didn't, I would have said no. Thus an argument ensued about never being off duty etc. and we eventually agreed to get an 0800 number instead. Because she's a cheapskate, she nicked mine instead of ordering a new one.
A friend of Di's has her house on the market in deepest darkest Papamoa and has had no offers. She wants to sell for the same price as she paid, two years ago when the market was buoyant, something which Di considered unrealistic. The lack of interest and the forthcoming termination of the sole agency agreement had Di chomping at the bit to scoop up the listing. Sadly, someone has now put in an offer on the asking price and the house is sold. We wandered over to visit them and congratulate and also try to flog them a website - which they seemed happy to go for.
Thursday was not a good day for fingernails. I broke two putting things into boxes. Freya insisted on making even more Anzac biscuits, which given their propensity for vanishing immediately on exiting the oven, we agreed to let her.
Friday we went to Bayfair and extracted a large amount of dosh and took it to the lawyer. We received a pathetic little orange piece of paper in return which looked rather insignificant given the value it represented. We returned home and continued packing, although I took some time off to throw the strimmer at the weed patch pretending to be a lawn.
Saturday was more of the same. We had been invited round to another of Di's friends (she has so many - why is this?) so that I could meet her husband. Apparently they had been discussing pairing us together and as Steve is a member of a business networking group who just happened to be in need of a web site designer it seemed reasonable to explore this opportunity. The afternoon turned into early evening and some fillet steak appeared and disappeared again along with a couple of beers. We pencilled in a "group meeting" for 7AM on Thursday. 7 WHAT?
Today was fairly uneventful. The packing has morphed into cleaning and I've been tasked with cleaning windows and scrubbing fly poo off the ceiling. Tomorrow is moving day and the kids will go to school as normal but come "home" to the new house. I drove Imogen to the new house and she directed me back again. She's the only one who's going to cycle and needed to know the way.
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