Well I am in the new house. And it is pretty good too I must say.
My David chose it, and just as with all the things he is choosing recently - I couldn't have done better myself.
It is very Bachelorette Pad and big enough to have rowdy dinner parties, but small enough to heat with just one gas heater.
Which is very good. It is a hop step and a jump to a very cool deli, and a bottle shop (which should make those dinner parties easier to have). It has a big lawn which I do not have to mow - which is shaded by these very large jacaranda trees from the lot over the back.
Toowoomba is a strange town - I mean strangely laid out - the houses are late 19th Century and all on half acre blocks - and then there is one great big whopping block that kind of goes right down the middle behind all the houses.
They usually have a tennis court or something on them, and really big old trees - kind of like a hidden forest.
I would have loved to lived in a big old Queenslander on one of those blocks as a child - and hidden myself away in the heat of the summer under a tree reading Enid Blyton or Ruth Parks and imagining myself to be thousands of miles away and hundreds of years ago.
So I will be able to sit by the old paling fence and pretend anyway, this summer.
How delicious!
Completely mindless rant from former world traveller now provincial dweller
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Sounds lovely!
Speaking as a fellow Bachelorette Pad inhabiter (although we have taken to calling it the Slut Pad, which is easier to say but tends to shock your mother), hooray for one-gas-heater but still dinner party sized places!
Hmmmm, slut pad.
My mother will love that!
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