1. We moved a week ago and it was fairly hellish. The movers arrived at the crack of dawn while I was still trying to finish up some work, and from then on it was a mad rush trying to pack up the computer and the last of the boxes ahead of them - and clean up the empty rooms after them. Not helped by the fact it was almost unbearably hot. Daughter-two was incredibly good and just moved from spot to spot with the ipad until eventually she was sitting on the bare floor in an empty room saying 'excuse me, is there anything to eat?"
2. Once the moving truck had gone we caught a taxi to the airport (along with The Husband's spare bike which he is leaving in the airport bike rack to use when he is in Auckland for work).
The flight was delayed and we got to the hotel late, but the rental agent brought round the keys for the house we are renting here in Wellington and we couldn't resist driving up the hill with a pyjama-clad Daughter-two to check it out.
It was much bigger than we expected, with wonderful views and good sun - but the last tenants had left it pretty filthy. We stopped at the supermarket on the way back to the hotel for cleaning supplies.
We were already scrubbing in the kitchen when the moving truck rolled up at 9.45am. They had everything unpacked by mid-afternoon but it took another two days before everything was sorted (and scrubbed!)
Since then the rental agent has organised new locks, sorted the alarm, fixed a leaking washing machine hose - and we have had two gardeners working away for three days clearing the garden and washing down the courtyard. I am quite liking this renting lark!
3. Unfortunately we lost the sun after the first day and a wild Northerly blew up so instead of enjoying the great view we sat inside watching literally horizontal rain blow along the gully. Quite the welcome to Wellington!
4. We have had some decent patches of weather since then (though nothing you would describe as actually hot!). Daughter-Two was getting a bit sick of being stuck in the house while we unpacked and sorted and waited around for TV and phone technicians to arrive. So I took her down into the gully below us for a walk through Tressilick Park. Hard to believe that this is an 8 minute bike ride from Parliament and the city centre (the Husband is loving that).
Apart from two friendly dog walkers we had it all to ourselves.
5. The Husband is determined that he go to the "Wings over Wairarapa" airshow this afternoon (an hour and a half drive over the mountains) but after wrecking myself unpacking and organising I simply can't face it. I think he will have to go with Daughter-Two by himself. But ah hour ago I did walk with them round the corner to see three of the vintage aircraft doing a fly past over the harbour.