Untitled-in-sydney

Sunday evening means that we're almost moved into the new place in varying Darlinghurst or Surry Hills. It seems that one end of our short street is in one suberb and the other in another and I have no doubt that this will cause all sorts of confusion with deliveries over the coming months.

We have fridge and Bed (one of Ikea's finest cheapest) being delivered tomorrow, washing machine on Tuesday and hopefully some form of dining table by next weekend), then we can sit around on our arses and try to stem the flood of money exiting the bank account. And, with any luck our air shipment will turn up (well, that is I've not ballsed up the form a second time).

In a moment we're off out to try and find a bottle store as nerves are frayed and could use sating with booze. I think that both the two wig shops nearby are now closed for the evening though.