You know the old saw about waiting for buses and then 7 come along? I feel like that with old bfs at the moment. What is it about turning 57 which has suddenly made them turn up again being all inappropriate? I even checked my archives to see if I had remembered a past encounter differently but nope, unreliable and needy were actually the words I used way back then. Sidenote, been blogging since 2004.
Anyway, life is too busy for all that. I had weeding to do, and mulching and planting of some new mint and tarragon, miscellaneous drawers to tidy and a very enjoyable drink with some people I had not seen in way too long. Those people also invited Charlie and he had the best time raiding their lab's toy box and hanging around hoping to be fed bits of sausage.
The kid is on her last few days in town so there have been several dates with her friends and tequila. Sunday morning saw her and Charlie snuggled on the sofa in serious recovery. Yesterday, I took the day off work and rented a van and we drove the old sofa and other household goods to her new place in Sydney. It is a great flat and the sofa looks better there than it ever did in our house. Her brother has some exacting standards so, in fact, just like her. We did the obligatory Tempe Ikea visit, assembled yet another Kallax unit and a bed side table. The latter took me 3 goes (top on back to front, runners for drawer on backwards once I fixed that bit) but it goes fine and now I know what is wrong with the tv unit.
We were both tired and cold at the end of it all though and decided to eat dinner before driving home. We ate at a nice pub and listened to mediocre podcasts to keep awake on the way home. That did have me scheming.