Home Sweet Home

Phew! I'm glad that's done with. But as I brought it up, the term 'House Hunting' doesn't quite cut it. Oh god no. 'House Hunting' infers a sort of macho, courageous and heroic pastime. You know the kind, setting out from your safe haven, gun in hand, with the odds stacked against you. Only fear and adversity for your companion. Kill or be killed.....

If that were closer to the truth then maybe, just maybe, it would be worth sacrificing your weekends for. Hours lost to trudging up and down street after street would be worthwhile. Sore feet and blisters not in vain. But no. Deary me, no. 

'House Hunting'. Tschhh. How hard can it be? After all they don't move very fast but you do need a big net... Not so much hunting as blindly following the severely misleading estate agents literature from one disappointment to the next. At least we know speak fluent estate-agentese. It's quite easy once you get the hang of it. Try these;

'luxurious' - has a seating area although you wouldn't really want to sit there for fear of catching something nasty.

'executive' - there's a drawer to put your pens in.

'cute' - tiny with just a hint of cat sweat.

But we're done and ironically, after clocking up the miles navigating Auckland's streets, we've gone with one of the first we saw; close to work, cafés, bars and with a view of the sea (distant). A double garage and two, yes two, decks. Parks on the door step, En-suite bathroom. Oh and a hot tub in the yard. But it's broken. 

But above all somewhere to lay our weary heads after a hard day of grafting. A refuge. A bolt hole. Pad.... Or if you prefer, somewhere to store years of accumulated crap that we've 'decided' to ship half way around the globe because we couldn't be bothered to sort it all out before the container arrived.

So in a few weeks time, our container will  arrive on our new door step, assuming it can negotiate the narrow streets of Parnell, and we'll finally be able to settle into a place called home. Once we've unpacked the rubbish that we've shipped 12,000 miles. I do wonder what surprises are in store for us when the export seal is removed and the doors creak open....Oh that reminds me does anyone want a Football '81 Panini album complete with the entire West Brom signatures? And before you turn your nose up, it includes the autographs of non other than Brian 'glass legs' and Bobby 'Whoar Bobby' Robson. I bet you're interested now aren't you. Thought so.