Moving

We needed a bigger house. M found it about a quarter mile away.

We've been gradually moving our stuff over the week. I am dead.

The Koala has been a great sport helping M pack boxes and making sure that the front door stays closed at all times even if I have a load of boxes to carry out. She'd make an excellent prison guard. M has been a champ with the packing. I've been loading and taking them to the new house. We got help from our friend the pack mule yesterday. This guy gave me the strength to carry all kinds of shit. Finny hopped into his arms to help out as well.

Both she and the dog seem to lavish and celebrate the abundance of space each time we are in the new house. The dog runs in circles like a crazy person in the garden. The Koala does the same thing in the new house, screaming.

I hope this ends soon. The movers are coming on Sunday to handle the big stuff. We ordered a fridge and a dishwasher today. We got a real fridge, not this bullshit postwar jobs that you have to defrost that they sell all over Europe. Our current one has a drain hole on the inside of the fridge. We got one WITHOUT IT.

Watch this video. You'll see what I'm talking about. You may notice he has an accent. Europe or where ever. They put holes in their fridges.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJ7bee0ZcAM