So I think that the problem is not something that we can solve and I should be grateful for what I have but this time I am seriously sad cos I really want to move. I am ready but it seems my timing sucks. Well not quite as suckful as our unit in the city sucks or the house in North Lakes which started this blog sucked but it sucks enough.
So this is my testimonial to my dirt. Oh how I longed to plant you with lovely things to enhance your beauty. How how I longed to drink Chardonnay on your new house with the views and breezes and erect a play ground for our half dozen grandchildren to play in. I can hear their laughter and delight at this very moment as they can't get enough of Nana and Pa' house and its wonderful garden to run and play in.
Yeh Yeh. So its a little bit melodramatic but it's my Alfie's blog and since he can't type I'll write what I like.
I'm cheesed of so is Martyn cos now I have another renovation project about to begin.
So if you want to save him pray.

1 comment:
Oh so lovely and I really am praying so hard and the man upstairs usually spoils me and gives me what I want so maybe Jan and Martyn there is an even bigger and better piece waiting in the wings. Love ya Mum and Dad x
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