Today, with two weeks until I move, I went to take my Trudy Cook stamp art, a big cross, to the picture framer. It fell off a disposable hook in the house I hate and chipped the frame. Just one more reason to dislike it.
I've spent the last few years moving. Quigley and I moved to Glen Waverley and because I couldn't stand that kid, I moved to Ormond. There I had rats as big as dogs. So I move again; this time with my brain in lock down - I was almost a labotomy case. But I'm finished moving. Done. They'll be carrying me out of there in a box!
The Ormond Provedore... Yummy!
I'll miss how many yummy places I've found to eat....
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