Mission Accomplished

My brother David, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and I really ought to go into the small-scale removalist business, I swear. One and a half hours was all it took to a) load the furniture I was discarding onto the ute and trailer; b) the boys to unload said furniture and manage to sell my fridge to an excitable Italian man for about forty bucks (considering I wasn't expecting anything for it, it's not to be sneezed at); c) me to lug many many boxes down the stairs and pile them outside waiting for the ute and trailer to come back and d) load the rest of my stuff up (including Cecil the Cycle), tie the load down and for the sibling to take off for the four-hour drive back to Wodonga.

We so rock.

Of course, now I'm stuffed. And I have an empty house, which echoes rather a lot. *grins* Luckily Phil left his TV here the last time he moved in, so I'm not entirely without entertainment. Although I am without chairs.

One more week at work, five days spent up in Wodonga visiting with the family and then two days back in Melbourne. Not long at all now.