We have a Post Office box, its been checked twice and both times she stares back at us empty… if you don’t have money, a scratchy will be fine. I’ve never been one for subtleties.
It’s been 10 days and 5 hours and thus far we’ve managed to find the ideal house for Emily, Carole and the Pearl (hence the money request), a sensational public library, a mind blowing museum, three fabulous cafes, a funky old theatre, and a paper street directory- four shops and two newsagencies later, but we found one. I’ve still no idea where I am at any given time, but the exceptionally directionally gifted wife does.
A week in and I’ve learnt three key things about life in Tasmania (1) everything is close, even when its not, it still is (2) always take a coat (3) The NBN is really here, if you don’t know what that means- Google it, make a cup of tea and when you’ve returned to your computer it might have loaded the page /:
The first house has been relatively successful, thus far the only casualty has been a Tupperware container that wasn’t microwave proof, and we now note that the piles of bricks, rocks and other barricading items weren’t there for landscaping, but to prevent “kip (Houdini) per’ from escaping. It has also become apparent that geographical terrain is a determining factor for where the Pearl can live. This conclusion was reached on day 4 of house sit as we chugged up the Southern Outlet road that passes over the foothill of Mt Wellington at 40kmph, whilst others were doing the recommended speed limit of 80kmph. The ‘this house is perfect but we can’t purchase it yet’ place identified in para one… send money now…is in a flat area (again…we have a PO box), perfect for the Pearl.
After pursing the paper street directory Carole has discovered that you can go to a place calledBaghdad, inTasmania. There’s a chocolate factory here, its not inBaghdad(but Carole already knew this), and that the hillside which has KEENS CURRY engraved in its side is called Keens Curry Hill.
Now that’s keen as…mustard!
