I am in a special sort of hell today called Moving House Twice in Six Months.
It’s freaking horrible.
What’s getting me through is imagining my housewarming … and a flashing checkerboard dancefloor in the lounge room.
I’ve been intermittently sending out invites to the housewarming soiree between packing boxes. Has yours arrived?
If it hasn’t it’s either because a) I’m distracted by the horror of moving or b) I’m worried you won’t want to come.
So if I’ve either a) had a memory lapse or b) you’d actually love to come along … send me a message and I’ll forward the invite.
Then all that’s left to do is hit the op shops for a groovy outfit, grab yourself a bottle of Gala Spumante and whip up a plate of devilled eggs and you’re IN.
PS Wish me luck today. Sob.
PPS Know anyone who can give me a discount on flashing checkerboard dancefloors? Fark they cost a pretty penny to hire.
Song of the day: Bee Gees “Stayin’ Alive”
Donna Summer “Hot stuff”
Bring. It. On!