Well, what a week!
After a corking good night at the Katnook Estate do, we awoke to realise that we should probably get up and get a move on...quite literally! We were supposed to be moving that day...
Not that there was any massive rush to actually physically move out of the apartment as we had another few days available if needs be but, well, it seemed like the right thing to do. Even if it was Caroline's birthday.
So, by way of birthday celebration, we shifted all our stuff from one apartment to another by taxi. A journey that took approximately 1 minute as we were moving a short walk away from no. 30 to no.60! There was no way I was actually walking it 'round though - there was a 42" TV to consider.
So, for Caroline's birthday, I got a 42" TV and she got a 1 minute ride in a cab. There's a joke in there I'm sure.
In reality, I did buy her some nice gifts actually:
Bottle of Chanel perfume
Stir Fry cooking book (when in Rome...)
An iPhone cover fashioned out of leather and a single Swarovski crystal (pretty classy)
2 Riedel Champagne glasses (but no Champagne)
1 bottle of top notch Zinfandel wine (but no red wine glasses..)
Admittedly, the last 2 items were half for me at least, but it's the thought that counts.
We were up bright and early and down to our new pad with some trepidation as when we'd collected the keys the day before we were met by a bit of a nightmare. No, not the new landlord! The nightmare was a huge brown crack in the freshly painted ceiling with water pouring from it....
It had been a very wet couple of days and the upstairs neighbour's gutter had backed up so much that the whole lot was overflowing into our new living room. The upside was that we hadn't moved our brand new furniture underneath it a day or so before!
So, while work men filled the gaping holes with some bonding stuff and made good the mess, we did the sensible thing and went downstairs our 1st floor neighbour's place for some refreshment. They go by the name of Boomerang Bar! As our mate Deano would say, "livin the dream".
While sitting there wasting a few moments before our couch and other Ikea tat arrived, we sunk a jug of Birthday Shandy (that old excuse) and tucked into an Aussie Breakfast.
Strange old week really; we've gone from eating noodles 15 times a day to the extremes of Western food.
Wednesday: Australia Day burgers, bangers and pies
Friday: French Bistro style with flair
Saturday Morning : Aussie Breakfast
Saturday Evening: Mexican!
The Mexican was a bit of a mistake. Good Margarita though!
Probably not Caroline's best birthday ever....
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