The L.J. Hooker team arrive to have a look through the house. Donna gets them to pose- they're happy chappies, taking this sale seriously. The house is getting ready but Tui and Lionel's room, where I'm sleeping has stuff everywhere. If T and L were here they would nod their heads at the familiarity. It's been like this since boarding school, then uni days, when I came home for the weekend or school holidays. Short periods, not worth unpacking for. I lived out of bags and spread stuff to find stuff. It's been a peripatetic lifetime, or maybe several. I think I was a Bedouin in a past life.
Nic and I cool off with a coffee. When she goes to work I start to pack and tidy then find other, more interesting, things to do. Like retrieve the dish of dirt from the cemetery. Not much has gone so I sprinkle it. And say farewell.
I head to Max's shop. She invites me to try on a coat and do a model walk. Of course I end up buying it. The fit is perfect and the style is so 60's/70's. I go home and think about more packing but Lake Dunstan is calling. Packing happens before bed.
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