I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
The longest day ...
You know when you move the 3 HUGE bookcases, repack them then sit down to see how it looks ... and it looks terrible?
We just did that.
We're about done with our second reorganisation of the shelves having moved EVERYTHING again.
5 comments:
at a certain point, just throw tarps over it all and have some wine. it will look fine after a bottle or two, i promise.
And it's not even spring!
You're making your Belgian work hard. I wonder how long it will last before he goes on strike :D
so wise, furiousball but i fear how i would be after a bottle or two. 8.56pm, almost done and i'm liking how it looks.
i read your comment to gert, manic. he laughed. he's a good worker though and the place looks so good now.
A strike! Ha, ha, ha. Manic is too FUNNY.
Maybe we should organize a protest or a march, Manic?
Troublemakers ... Gert wouldn't go on strike over things I get him to do though. I'm Di, the good princess, a benign ruler.
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