Following on from the Kermit Pelmets, I thought I would take you on a tour of the other window treatments in the house.

These are not ours – they were here and are soon to be someone elses.

Bedroom2:

Since this is where Rielly is sleeping, he had me remove them rather quickly. Can’t understand why.

Bedroom 3:

This room’s still empty – I promise to have the curtains gone when any of you come to stay!

Bedroom 4: (office)

I am typing / working from here – so you can imagine how long they remained on the wall ;)

Lounge/Dining:

Yep – more pelmets.  Shall we take another look?

They went to see the Moreton Bay Land Waste Unit first hand this weekend.

I didn’t get a chance to photograph the kitchen ones, they went the first day, and the bedroom ones I will share shortly.

I’ll take you on a ‘feature wall’ tour shortly. Grab your popcorn.

How long do you think these lovely lime green and fuchsia padded pelmets are going to stay present in the living room?

because they are divine, don’t you think?

I’m thinking white or cedar timber blinds here – yes?

And of course the fuschia wall will stay as well….

…not.

I’m asleep, and in my dream I hear a regular but not rhythmical tickaticatic. The dream changes course and it comes again: tickaticatic.

As I roll into consciousness i know exactly what it is – the clickety clack of doggy toes – the sound they make then their four legged owner is dreaming of chasing rabbits or eating fat juicy bones.

I roll over and look at the clock. It’s just past 1.00 AM.

With a sigh, I heave myself out of bed and head toward the living room to put the tap dancing Labrador outside so I can get some sleep.

But when I head around the corner, my half asleep brain is confused. The tap dancing Labrador is not on his old sheepskin, snoring and tapping. In fact, he’s not anywhere. Again I hear the tick, tick, tap of doggy toes and I realise it’s not at all as rhythmical and my hazy brain thought.  It’s about then that foggy brain snaps awake as I see the the tap dancing dog under the kitchen table, convulsing.

Tickaticatic…

For a pet owner, that sight makes the blood run cold. Those little furry friends become a huge part of a family, and the tap dancing Labrador is no exception.

As I call his name, hubby rouses and comes around the corner to see me, bending over the lab and calling him softly. As the convulsing subsides, two very soft chocolate brown eyes look at me beseechingly, as if to say “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… can you help?“… and another wave of convulsions takes over the furry black body. And as the the skipper lifted 45 odd kilograms of quivering doggy into the car, I looked again into the brown eyes and told him “I’ll try“. I willed him to be OK.

The veterinary hospital is about 25 kilometres away. The skipper made it there in 15 minutes. He swears he didn’t speed.

The tap dancing Labrador spent the best part of the next 24 hours on a drip in the animal hospital. It turns out my packing frenzy, which included a pantry clean out, was responsible.

Who knew macadamia nuts were poisonous to dogs?

Not me, obviously :(   If I had, I would have made sure he could not nose dive into the rubbish bag containing 250 grams of chili roasted macadamias, with a side plate of dried pasta and an open packet of thyme leaves.

Did you know that 2 lots of surgery, an enema, administration of charcoal and a stomach pump costs around the same as the new fridge we had our eye on? Sigh.

Although  doing more of a soft shoe shuffle at the moment, he’s now OK and lives to tap dance another day. What do you think the chances are of him having learned not to stick his big black furry nose nose where it doesn’t belong?

Yeah, I thought so too.

You waiting for me to post? If you are and I haven’t, it means I am still not connected to the world and you get this lovely, pre-scheduled filler. Just so’s you remember me, like.

I spent the days before the move cleaning the new abode. I don’t know about you, but no matter how clean someone may appear, I just can’t stomach the thought of moving into a home without ‘de-peopling‘ it first. I can’t stand the idea of showering in someone else’s soap scum (sorry!) even if I can’t see it;  cooking in someones oven or putting my food and dishes into a kitchen without giving the cupboards a really good scrubbing. As for putting away clothes into wardrobes and shelves without germ busting,  no no no no no.

Anyone who has ever moved house knows that things get left behind in the madness.  People have told me stories of finding jewellery, money, rare collectibles – all sorts of fun and exciting things.  I never seem to find anything exciting when I move, other than dust, mildew and rubbish. Maybe one day.

I spent the best part of a full day cleaning the house, ready. Removing the very top shelves in the pantry for a clean, I was rewarded by an almost concussing blow, as a half bottle of Irish whiskey and an opened packet of potato chips hit me in the head.  I figure she didn’t have a lot of time to clean after she left on Friday.  This is confirmed when an open packet of red, green and blue fairy sprinkles rained down over me as I removed the very last shelf.

Nothing rare unearthed, no money behind the oven (I checked), nothing under the carpet sans a few dead bugs. Even the postie only left me with bills – someone else’s to boot. So, my treasure trove consists of a lot of not much.

Sum total of outgoings:
2 bottles domestos, 2 bottles organic cleaner (yes, I see the hypocrisy, shut up), 2 scourers, 2 chux cloths, 2  cans oven cleaner, 3 fingernails and a vacuum bag. Oh – and a new mop head.

Sum total of incomings:
1/2 bottle Irish Whiskey, 1 packet cake sprinkles, 1/2 packet open potato chips, several screws, a melted candle.
2 x cockroach baits and a padded foam football.
Roughly 50 pieces of lego.
1 school recorder (argh, peas pudding hot!) 1 x eraser- new in packet, 1 x ruler, 1 x pencil, 1 x pencil sharpener.
7 DVD cases (empty) a printer cable, an extension cord, 3 rolls of self adhesive book covering.
Bit of a score although I am going to do the right thing and call them about it: 5 loads of bubble wrapped and boxed stuff  stored in the roof.

The destructo dog scored well, he dug up a recently deceased guinea pig from it’s resting place and presented it to us in complete with rotting shoebox coffin.

Fingers crossed I will be back soon – where is my Internet, Mr Tel$tra?