Sarah and I had planned to go to the Easter Show and purchased tickets some time ago. Once we knew that Sarah would have the hip operation we gave them to Lexi. There was a chance that Lexi may not use them and so over the weekend Sarah suggested that we go after all. Based on my crowd paranoia of protecting Sarah’s leg at the Fish Market and the fact that the only day we could go was Easter Monday … fairly busy day at the show … it took me all of 0.00009 seconds to say forget it! So, Easter Show No Go ….
Instead I went to Aldi in Oxford Street for a new experience. I forgot that they don’t provide shopping bags, well unless you pay and I refuse to pay for a bag to put my groceries in especially when it costs 15 cents and is plastered with the Aldi brand all over it. It’s like when we go to the zoo and buy grain to feed the goats. Aren’t we complete suckers? You pay to advertise the Aldi brand … go and have sex in a far away place!
It is fairly quiet where we are staying at the moment so despite Sarah is in her trainers I can hear the ghostly click of her stick as she returns from the gym. Its like a creepy movie as she hobbles up the cobbled path at speed, the stick getting louder and louder. Its a good early warning system that a tornado is approaching!
On Tuesday I pick up my new glasses in town.
I launched another business within the Senija Group portfolio, Websites2You. This is part of our digital nomad strategy and is a service designing and building websites using WordPress. it will also offer Logo design and a series of WordPress tutorials.
On Wednesday I list Sarah’s Piaggio scooter and it is sold by Thursday morning. Some idiot decides to climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge and stops northbound traffic for 6 hours. The Commonwealth Games open on the Gold Coast and it is strange to see some of the places we would go when we lived there.
Thursday arrives and Seven Seas collect, hopefully, what will be for the last time, the final shipment, a suitcase. I imagine the several boxes that we sent to the UK, plus our suitcases when we travel and wonder what sort of vehicle we will need? I’m now thinking a small truck will do the job!
Friday comes around too quickly and we now move from our Airbnb in Darlinghurst to an Airbnb in Surry Hills. Sarah packed the suitcases the previous evening and I finish off the rest, tidy the house, sweep the courtyard and water the plants. So now everything that has to go is in the middle of the lounge. 2 large suitcases, 3 small cases, a backpack and 3 plastic storage bins. Sarah had put all her oceans of potions that she takes for bodybuilding, pre-workout stuff, post-workout stuff and more stuff with long scientific names in the shopping trolley. I empty it for the fridge/freezer food. There is a large black protein tub, or should I say bucket with a lid. Just lifting that is a workout! The dry food is in a large Seven Seas shipping box that I put together from flat-pack and then cut down for ease of carrying.
I had been toying with ideas for how to move all this stuff. Going by the book we had to vacate Berwick Lane at 11:00 am, but could only check-in to Poplar Street at 3:00pm. Fortunately we were able to arrange for a late check-out at 2:00pm and an early check-in at 1:00pm. Still with me? This meant that we had a 1 hour window to move all our stuff.
Looking at Maps on my iPhone the distance between properties was just over 600 metres and would take 10 minutes to walk. The issue was in negotiating the steep hill at the top end of Riley Street and then crossing the busy Oxford Street. The obvious thing to do was order an Uber, but for some reason I just didn’t. My strategy was to save money, time and expend energy as my workout for the day. So, in short, I did 4 trips pushing and carrying suitcases and boxes. It was a very hot Sydney day, the Sun blistering. I managed to identify about 10 suitable pit stops for a rest, catch my breath and soldier on. I left early and the host arrived early (12:55 pm) at Poplar Street and by about 2:20 it was all done and I spent the remainder of the afternoon unpacking. I did get one offer of assistance on Oxford Street. I think the guy thought I was having a heart attack. As kind as the offer was he did have several bits of metal protruding from his shaved head and a sort of glaze in his eyes. I wondered what sort of payment he may have expected so I kindly said all was good … took a deep breath and quickly moved on.
When I had finished I did a stocktake of the food situation and decided to pop up to Oxford Village for some groceries. Because of the heat and the physical move I was wearing my gym gear, little black shorts and vest. I remembered the mean spirited Aldi don’t provide shopping bags unless you buy them with Aldi emblazoned across the unsightly bag, so I took the shopping trolley. I rarely do this, although Sarah always uses “Ollie the Trolley”, but I had little choice. Again I realised that I hadn’t quite thought through this image. Me in my little black gym kit with my bright red shopping trolley going into Oxford Village. I just keep forgetting that I am in Sydney “Gay Town”. I was very conscious of it, but probably fit in like some old Queen. It was a quick shop!
On Saturday we have a Williams & Co Board meeting over breakfast at Pieno in Crown Street to finalise a few actions for our adventure. In the evening we have dinner with Larissa and Lexi at the Calaveras Mexican Cantina and Tequila Bar in Newtown. Quite funky, but noisy. We train there from Central and Taxi home.
The weather is still great and Australia are leaping ahead in the medal table at the Games.
Sunday we have lunch at Matteo in Double Bay, a gift from a business associate of Sarah’s.
Sarah does a trial run on my suitcase for next week. I write to Leo and Marja in Senija and arrange to meet them on the 16 April. They have offered to assist helping me to register at the local Senija Town Hall. I write to Dave and Fi with my flight details and also send them to my sister Kim who monitors my movements as if on some life threatening mission to save the world. I imagine Kim in a nuclear bunker under her house sat in front of several computer monitors viewing the activities of people and making notes. I wonder if she secretly sells this vital information to corporations the world over. I picture her sat in the Waters Inc control room, a black patch over one eye and a white cat on her lap like Dr No from the Bond movie. Except in this case she is Dr ImustkNow.
After writing my emails it hits me that I am now 6 days away from leaving Australia … jeepers. This time next week I will be in Spain and it is from there I will publish my next blog!
Until next time … 🌏