I have heard that rent is medium to high and if you want to move from your area then start seriously looking now...cos rental property demand is high and supply is low! I never rented around here (got lucky and found a DP who had his own house, so moved from my parents' to here!), but I have heard about the situation and friends of ours just rented out their house while they are overseas - they had to choose between 3 or 4 serious contenders!
Rory - your kitchen is FABULOUS! Good work DH!
I might make tentative plans to meet up in Melb Central on Friday, too
My throat is clearing - it's a bit sore, but that could be from trying to sing to Oscar on the way and way back from Lilydale to keep him content. The stuff coming up now isn't even coming up violently anymore, and a lot (TMI warning) came up in the shower probably irritated by the steam. So, if you've got a gunky throat, steam it out!
Oscar is asleep in the HAB again and I'm getting my fire going.
Dinner with my dad was lovely last night, although I was a bit late and it was a bit overcooked, so I felt really bad about that. I also felt bad cos DP spent most of the night playing games on his new phone. He reckons my dad is unengaging, but I NEVER complain about spending time at his mum's (ok, so lately that has been absolutely minimal!) or the hours we've spent going over his family photos and talking about his family tree. Last night my dad was the most forthcoming he's been about his sad childhood after his mother died and was explaining what happened to his maternal family and where they are in the world now...I loved it, but DP was bored...poor DP, boo hoo! He doesn't like being made to feel bad and he was trying hard to clear himself on the way home and justify his phone playing. My dad is the most harmless person ever, and tries really hard to engage DP (neither of them are the biggest social butterflies), so I feel terrible that my dad might be offended by DP (and I fear he might well be). Honestly, I'd rather leave him at home, and as further punishment make him organise his own dinner. My dad doesn't deserve that. That's my whinge.
Ok, fire...must feed it!