Orright, so it's not what I wanted, I like it here, but I gotta move... different house but the same suburb prior to moving here.

I can't tell you the reason why cos I'd have to send a hitman to silence everyone who read it... and seeing as none of ya wanna send me broke, you're not gonna ask, right?  Let's just say the bus stop is closer to the next house... and there's a bigger, nicer shopping centre nearerby {if that's not a word, so what} with more shit than the one down the road from here.  The pub's closer too... so I won't have to go so far outta my way to avoid it.

As much as I like it here, and the view of the mountains from the back verandah, not to mention the nice neighbours - 'cept the dickhead next door - the next place is all on one level, and that's going to be a blessing as I'm finding it harder to climb the stairs here as the weeks, months progress.  My hips and knees are not what they used to be, so I won't miss the stairs... or the dickhead next door.  He's an ornery SOB who likes to play his only 3 albums up loud for hours on end some days, so I won't miss Elvis Live, Wayne Newton or Barry Manilow anytime soon, either.

Played him at his own game once.  Now I don't recommend following suit and doing this to your noisy neighbours cos it's childish and petty [though I must admit it was fun] but I placed my somewhat powerful speakers next to the fence - some 20 feet from his loungeroom - and cranked up my somewhat powerful hi-fi to volume 40 while Robin Trower's Bridge of Sighs was vibrating the palings off.

Anyway, I digress, as usual, and find myself off the beaten track yet again, but I think it worked.  Hehe, haven't heard Copacabana since. The other thing I won't miss about him are the palm leaves.  Shouldn't matter they grow on this side of the fence... if they fall on his side he should dispose of them himself, not throw them back over here.

One good thing about moving is I won't have a big yard to mow... I'll be able to get my 82 y/o mother to do it.  Oh, I didn't mention I'm moving in with her?  So I'll correct that before proceeding any further, I'm moving in with my mother.  It's more a financial thing cos neither of us can afford to rent alone, and pooling our resources means we have a bit more change in our pockets after the bills are paid.  It's a win win situation... and NO more mowing.

What's more, I'll have a man cave all to myself again.  I'm converting the spacious garage into a PC room, come office. come loungeroom... and with the spare time I save not having to mow I can get stuck into building a couple of PCs from spare parts I've accumulated.  One I'll give to my mother, so that if she has some spare time she can check the emails I send here.  Yeah, she remembers to put out the bins the night before if she has it written down that it's refuse collection in the morning.

She's a spritely old bird for 82, but fortunately we don't have to worry about yard maintenance or refuse disposal.  The landlord takes care of all that, but I'm sure I'll be able to find her something to do once she's finished the housework, cooking, etc.  LOL!!!!  Nah, we'll have a fairly leisurely life together, like going for walks along the new river bank park and walkways... and that's just across the road so we don't have to go far to get there.  Moreover, it's all level ground, so a slow walk each day [hips and knees permitting] shouldn't be too difficult.

The big bonus, however, is that I'll be getting off this 8 mbs broadband and connecting to 28 mbs d/l on the NBN network at the new place.  Speed to burn, but I'm gonna have to be careful what I say in future... cos at that speed it'll be up there before I've written it.  Apparently my Foxtel will also be delivered though the same cable system, so that'll be excellent, no more satellite dropouts during the colder weather.

Yup, I'm looking forward to Saturday... and NO more stairs, palm leaves or dickhead.

Anyhow, dearies, 'tis 5.40am and I'm knackered after doing a marathon packing session, so it's bed time and good morning from me.