I have been a tad slack with progress reports so here are a few fresh photos:
A bottle of Tassie bubbly to celebrate getting the keys.
A lipstick palm in the garden (photo by Lisa).
A finch has been visiting the messy area of the garden and collecting materials for his new place. I bet he didn’t have to spend $816 on ladders. Bastard.
It seems the crappy TV signal was because the previous occupants “borrowed” the power brick for the masthead amplifier when they departed. Once a new brick was installed it became apparent that the signal around here is so strong that we may have to bypass the masthead amp.
The old saying goes like this: “Opinions are like arseholes. Everyone has one and close examination of either can be an unrewarding experience”. The same goes for blades of ceiling fans that haven’t seen much love when viewed from four metres above floor level.
More stuff tomorrow.