Keep a stiff pecker...err...upper lip. Weird pommie expressions, anyway.

Or would that be "packer"? Best of luck on your move,Cap'n. I agree on the stairs thing. At our age it's best to get in on the ground floor......and stay there.

C'mon, Doc, make up yer mind.  So's I know which pill to take.

I got a free sample of the 'little blue' one, but the only reason I'd have to take that these days is to stop rolling out of bed.

The one for the stiff upper lip is a bit more complicated.  Get the dose even slightly wrong and I can't close my eyes.

Now I don't wanna exacerbate the insomnia, do I!  Moreover, if my tongue sticks out inopportunely after taking the pill....

Well you get the picture.

Thing is, you bin spying on me again?  Like how do you know some of my boxes are marked that way?

I have several marked with 'crap' cos I couldn't think of anything else that wouldn't draw the movers attention to my Playboy collection.

I also have a box marked 'Not Illegal Contraband' 

Well I had a heap of crap I didn't know how to get rid of... and figured that was the best way to offload it.

I mean, somebody's gotta steal it on Saturday, right?

I'm keeping all my good stuff in the box marked 'Good Jokes'  Like nobody's gonna want to pilfer that.

I'll just tell a couple of really bad ones at the get-go and it'll be safer than Fort Knox.

Actually? Just mark (hehe) the box with total crap in it "Valuables" and leave it slightly apart from the others at the curb. Make a show of checking it "surreptitiously". I bet it disappears long before reaching your mom's place. 

Yeah, but on repeat all day... the same 3 records?

Mind you, things have been quiet from over the fence since rattling his foundations with Robin Trower.

Had that not worked I was gonna blast him day and night with "Shaddupa Your Face" by Joe Dolce on repeat.

Fortunately, that wasn't necessary.

Now I think of it, don't reckon I could've tolerated that myself.  Once a year down real low is more than sufficient.

I did think of Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up", but I figured he might figure I was trying to be romantic. EEEEWWWW!!!!!

I dunno, you just can't win with some neighbours, and moving away is the best option.

Thing is, I could be jumping from the frying pan into the fire... and I'd never thought of dying my hair before.  Until now.

It doesn't matter that I'm 61, my mother still shakes her finger like I'm a naughty little boy, and I probably am, but that's not the point.

The last thing I want is for my 82y/o mother to be shaking her finger at me in the supermarket because I'm throwing a tantrum over something she won't let me have.... I LIKE my choccies.  It just wouldn't be a good look.  At 61 that'd be highly embarrassing.

So yeah, I have very little grey hair right now, but by month's end... yup, that dye could come in very handy.

On a more serious note, it will be good for us both, for the company and the help, better finances and a bit of spare change, the fact that I've got stuff she hasn't and vice versa.  She has been watching TV on a little 20" that's okay for a caravan or a small bedroom, so that'll improve with the choice of a 55" or a 42".... she'll be able to sit back and put her feet up.

Thanks, matey, hopefully it'll go off without a hitch and be as smooth as a baby's bum.

Yup, for sure!  The stairs were beginning to be a problem... well moreso of a problem.  My hips and knees just aren't coping with them anymore.

Thing is, I'll have to find some other form of exercise to try keeping in trim [trim? now that's a laff]

Not quite as big around as I am tall... yet, but I should try to do some exercise to prevent it... even if it is chasing some of the local women.

There again, that could get somewhat frustrating... I'm not likely to ever catch one.

As for the house, it is all on one level and there are no steps to speak of.  Even the walk-in shower has just a sliding door track to step over, so it's all good.

At the end of the day, it is an upheaval and hard work having to move, but I'm not sad about leaving.  What I lose on the roundabout I'm gaining on the swings, and while I lose the mountain view I'm gaining some nice river bank walks that mother and I can take at our own speed.

Hehe, yup, that might be just the enticement.  However, knowing people the way I do, something the think is contraband is probably the bigger lure.

I mean people steal valuables all the time.  It's not every day they'd get to steal contraband... which could also be valuable.

Hehe, if I was in the States I'd just mark the box 'Cuban Cigars'.

That's justifiable homicide...

Yup, pretty much!  I even argued that with the cop whose gun I wanted to borrow to carry out the execution, and he agreed, but he said that he'd still have to take me in... for unlicensed use of a firearm and unlawfully discharging a firearm in a built up area.

He said I'd get 18 months but be out in 6 with good behaviour.

Good behaviour?  Yeah, right!

Besides, I wouldn't survive prison.... got haemhorroids and soap-om-a-rope ain't provided to 1st timers..

I read the title to this thread and immediately wanted to know why moving Saturday was so important to you..........I happen to like it right where it is, between Friday and Sunday.       

So does this move now mean we can your ask mum about you and find out some interesting tidbits from your childhood or are you not going to allow us to talk with her?  Just wondering, mums do have away of remembering all the things their children have forgotten.

Saturday was put there for a reason. Don't know what it is but oh well.

And yeah...some tidbits from your mom might make a really good read.

I'm so jealous I'm busting.  You are very fortunate starkers. Sounds like a good match with furniture too. lol  Congrats on a grreat score. And give her a hug for me. 

It's there to keep payday from slamming into prayday.

The separation of Church and wallet is a good thing.

Good luck moving, Mark. 

so you don't confuse it with Satyrday...

I assure you that we will leave Saturday exactly where it belongs - between Friday and Sunday - once we're done. Now that you mention it, though, I rather like Saturday where it is as well, though many a time during my working life I wished it began on a Monday morning. 

Mother would remember heaps of stuff, some things I may have forgotten about and others not, but there's not much she could tell you that I'm ashamed of.  I openly admit that I was somewhat a 'terror' as a child - mischief had a knack of finding me willing participant - but I was never mean spirited, just full of youthful exuberance and curiosity, wanting to see the reactions to my actions.  Sometimes it was a whooping across my backside, but for the most part my parents used other means of discipline to [try] keep me in line.  There were times when I didn't think so back then, but I had a pretty good childhood and have very few regrets because mum and dad were the best.

That's obvious, it's to stop Friday night's drinking and subsequent hangover clashing with church and the Sunday sermon.

Friday is the kickstarter. Saturday is the Banger Balls and Sunday is the "I wish I hadn't done all that" day to repent.

Don't be so quick to be jealous, there's still alot of hard work here to be done. I'll be glad when I'm actually at the other house and not feeling so rushed, etc. Once there I can take my time setting things up the way I/we want.  Furniture and everything will work out great because we each have things the other doesn't, and those things which are duplicated will either be handed to other family members or used in different rooms, etc.  As for the hug, I won't get the chance... she will be all over me the moment I rock up at the door and smother me for a few minutes to catch up on lost opportunities.

Hehe, when I used to go to church back in my youth, and they passed around the collection plate, I'd say "yes please" and immediately get a slap across the hand before I could 'collect'. 

Thank, matey, it's all pretty much in hand and should go smoothly.  I've got a few people chipping in, including Shaunna, her new bloke and a couple of his brothers, so with my sister and a couple of nephews it'll help lighten the load for me.  I'm not able to do any of the heaving lifting myself, doctors orders, so I'm extremely grateful for all those pitching in to help do the stuff I no longer can.  I used to do moving people for a living, but years of doing that took its toll and my old bones [back in particular] just aren't up for it anymore.

That'll be like Fryday.... I'll send out for fish n' chips cos I won't be fussed cooking anything after finalising everything here before the big day, which I hope nobody turns into Satireday.