We said some big farewells this week.
Firstly we said goodbye to our beloved fur babies. An incredibly enormous thanks to the Mollydagmade family for taking them on in all their glory.
And then it was farewell to the house. By this stage of the move, I have no emotional connection to the house, I just want it done with. But it's a lovely house, we'll miss the New England Honeyeaters and the kangaroo paws. We'll miss the high ceilings and floorboards, the walking distance to school and the lemon tree.
And now we're done with the house. Everything is packed away and we're officially living out of suitcases. We are still waiting on that elusive visa from Services Canada, bless them. Not! We are trying to call it a 'holiday'. Which generally translates as visiting the park, having coffee and watching Poppet on the monkey bars.
Remember these crazy things??!!
Poppet must have been in it for half an hour. Surprised we didn't see an unwelcome return of her croissant. She must be made of tougher stuff than us, though I dimly recall sitting in one for as long as I could take it just to see how dizzy I would be....
The park was followed by puzzles and colouring and general fluffing (drinking margheritas) about.
All of which is very nice, but we just want to get on with it now.
Though Mrs Smiley-pants doesn't seem bothered today. I am eternally grateful for having such a glass-half-full kind of child in my life.
More news when we have some. For now we'll just keep soldiering on.