#NotSpoilt

Dream house, dream life, yeah right. Dream on…

#NotSpoilt

July 3, 2015

I swear this blog is about more than the lawnmower (who was visible mowing away at 4 am under the full moon.)

Someone has become very good at lurking under my bedroom window looking starved whenever I walk past. (Click the pics for a bigger view)

“That’s cheating, you put the pellets too close to you!”

“I’m not spoilt – I’m essential for recycling apples!”

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Having just managed to buy the house I've lived in since I was nine I'm now in a race against time to refashion it to house myself in the sort of comfort I think I deserve and three students to pay the huge mortgage that I wouldn't have if I hadn't been so emotionally attached to this house and the garden.
The house number is 28, a lucky number in my family, the house where I was born was also no. 28. The street is an Aboriginal word for eucalyptus (gum trees). There are no gum trees on the property.