More househunting, still no success. Over the past two days we’ve looked at a house in Edgecliff which was lovely but too far from the hospital, a flat with no balcony, a swanky flat with a huge balcony adjacent to a very noisy road and two large but unkempt houses, both of which had dead cockroaches on the floor (one in the shower – ugly but at least his armpits were clean).
I am also dying of mosquito bites (I have 21 seeing as you asked) but nobody else has any. I am being singled out by racist antipodean insects to add to the misery of homelessness. Please send chocolate.
On a positive note, our air freight arrived from the UK all present and correct, so Ella has some more books and toys, and we found the battery for the short-wave radio, so I can listen to all of the air traffic control signals my heart desires (however, the battery doesn’t seem the same size as the Australian ones, which has worrying implications for continued listening pleasure). We appear to be on the approach flightpath for the airport, so the jumbos are flying right over our head. I’m sure the novelty will wear off eventually.
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