Move - bunny style

The elusive bunny is late.....but what is new! I should have called this blog 'Turtle in the Headlights'. So l'll have to start this blog thing by looking backwards, just as long as l never slip up and look inwards.

I've been in Sydney for a week now....yes moved. I was told that l needed to end my sentences with moved as people kept thinking that l was leaving Melbourne for a trip....holiday or some jaunty gay outing to Sydney.

Lets talk about moving.........well since my retirement l didn't seem to be doing a lot of moving. I think l was plastered to the couch for a week and of course my 'internet research' was keeping me busy. More on that later!

So.........dis-functional girl was not really, really, not totally ready when the removalist turned up. Typing that sentence also reminds me that l must give them a call to find out where my furniture is stored.

You see, l thought l was a minimalist, l thought l didn't have much to pack.......and perhaps l didn't. In the big picture, considering flat size and my clutter-less existence but again, l forgot to factor-in that l am a turtle.......slow and don't like to stick my head out and see what's going on sometimes.

So the couple of boxes that had been packed during the week of the move didn't really count for jack and the real packing was done the night before, which stretched into the morning....ok, so l got 2 hours sleep and the bloody buggers turned up early! I mean for the love of god....when they give you a timeline of 11-3pm...l was really hoping for 2pm but l got 10am and they were moving boxes from under me.....literally closing them and taping them before l'd finished.

Thank goodness 'Little Red Riding Hood' had come to help pull the bed apart......it must be said that since it fell on my head...the cursed thing has never been put together or taken apart by me. Was there a news bulletin that went round to my friends to say that l can't be trusted with a bed?

Anyway.........the truck drove away and l was left with those items you just don't know what to do with.....the old blender, the caserole dish, the bird pictures. Where do these important things in my life go?

Hence, my neighbor has just got home from Thailand with a large pile of luggage in her bedroom with a note "Sorry". But see, now l can claim that l don't have any baggage from my last relationship.

I have moved.