Country Gypsies Update #56745

Just when you thought it was safe to get back on the computer,
I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Yes, well, we have been a tad busy here in the Country Gypsies Van over the past few weeks.
Oh, what exciting adventures have you been up to lately?.... I hear you ask...I HEAR YOU ASK!!!!

Well, there hasn't been any overseas holidays to incredible destinations, or even dull ones for that matter (mind you, any frigging destination I would gladly take at the moment)

No, I haven't been appointed to Chair the Brazil Olympics in 2016 (although of course there is still time for that and considering some jobs I have done, that one should be a no brainer!)

And no, I wasn't one of the naked girls in the hotel room with Prince Harry (because that would just be wrong - I am so much more mature than that!!!!!!!)

No, there is absolutely no way you would guess what this little tribe has been up to ........

WE MOVED.......AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know, it seems like only yesterday that I blogged about our latest move, in fact, I think it actually was yesterday.

But, when the Sheriff comes a knockin' at your door (and no Mr Anonymous commenter - it wasn't because of my unpaid bills, this time!) but the owner of our house appears to not have paid any body he owes money to anything.

This includes the bank who holds his mortgage, ATO, GIO, NRMA, POQ (no idea if there is a company with that - was just on a roll) and so the Sheriff....

Meet Sheriff Harry Highpants!!!!

tells you you have to move out, in a couple of weeks, and he doesn't give a willy wonka that you have ONLY JUST FRIGGING MOVED IN!!!!!

Of course, this came just three days after I received THAT knock on the door from THAT place I used to work for who STILL owe me money.

And, it was my 30th 35th 36th  ok, my 37th birthday (Mr Anonymous, once again, no need for you to comment on that either).

SO after a little cry, and a shitload of wine, the packing started, once again.

No, we hadn't finished unpacking from the move a week earlier but we still had to pack somethings. Of course, having moved once or twice (or three hundred and sixty five times) previously I am rather a dab hand at packing.  Tissue paper to wrap precious momentoes?  No way.  Bubble wrap????? No sirreee.

Just chuck 'em all in and whatever doesn't break, well that's a winner I say.

So we are now in our new place (or should I say, newest place).  Of course, the whole plan for the rural lifestyle is slightly shot as we are smack bang in the middle of suburban BOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
but beggars can't be choosers (or renters can't be picky).

Anyway, we are in thanks to the wonderful Michelle, Juliet and Georgia, Katie, Ellie and Molly, Maree,  Nana and Pa,  Horse Girl and the Senior Sergeant and Nigel who moved stuff so bloody fast I couldn't keep up with him. And yes, my own personal Professional Removalists, the wonderful Josh and Josh who I have decided to just keep on the payroll as no doubt we will need them again!!!!

SO there you have it my friends. Just when you thought I had returned to my normal quiet, shy, retiring and introverted self (once again, please keep nasty comments to yourself).......

I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Damn I still look good moving house. And that box is sooooooo heavy!

Cheers

Lisa xox

p.s.  Oh, and in late breaking news, had two police knock on my door last night.  Looking for Timothy!!!
Fair dinkum, if this is a crime house, I better bloody get my friggin share  (just kidding Mum!!)


Here is what they looked like

Arrest me!

in my dreams

and here is what they really looked like

Yep, I've still got it (sometimes I wish I lost it)