I am madly blogging from my old house because the infamous Telstra have taken 13 days to connect our home phone after a virtual version of telephone ping-pong whereby they ask if the previous tenants have disconnected blahblahblah, elongated, add a few more terse phone conversations, a few Twitter exchanges et voila. We have phone line. But no interwebs.
But I'm here ever so briefly to let you know I am alive. Even though we've been sleeping on a futon base. With a cot mattress. And two couch cushions. Not terribly comfortable. Not terribly conducive to a good night's sleep. For seven nights. On Wednesday I will be a new woman because we're getting a new bed, and I'm feeling ever-so-excited by this notion! High five!
I should be back online in the virtual world real soon. It's been chaos - moving on Matt's birthday, the Doctor's birthday shortly after. But we're moved peeps! And it's ace.
Say hi to your dog.