Oh dear, my blog is falling apart. I haven’t written a ‘This Week in Port Phillip 1841’ entry in weeks; I have half-finished reviews languishing in the ‘drafts’ folder for so long that I can barely remember the book and the 1000-post milestone came and went without fanfare.
Why? you may ask. This is why.
After the last little doggie died we decided to replace the carpet. We had had four little doggies in the house and the little gentleman dog (who- believe me- was NO gentleman!) had made his presence smelt. To replace the carpet, we had to move all the bookshelves and if we were going to do that then we may as well have the house painted at the same time. And get new downlights. And buy new blinds to replace the verticals leading out to the deck. And clean the other curtains. And wash the windows properly. And buy a new couch.
My father, who lives in our back unit, is away on a cruise so it seemed an ideal time to get all this done. So we’ve moved into Dad’s unit temporarily and piled up all our furniture and books in the rumpus room in the middle.
And the cat is not impressed one little bit.
I think I might join her, actually.