Valentine

I wrote this poem for my husband, he gave me a kilo of scallops. True love indeed.
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Release is immanent

Stacks of boxes are appearing all over the house. Finally, the move is happening. I have one week left at my current job then three weeks before my next job starts.
Here is the plan:
Sell my car.
The girl flies down on the 24th and goes to stay with her Dad so she can start school on the 26th for census day.
I fly down on the 28th so I have time to prepare the house, fix fences etc.
The caravan gets trucked down on the 2nd.
Bela flies down on the 9th, he gets to fly because he gets car sick.
The truck with all our stuff arrives on the 11th then I have 3 days to get organised before I start work on the 15th.
The husband drives down with Rose the staffy some time after that, depending on how long it takes to close up (clean and repair) the house.
In between we have the Golden Plains music festival on the 6th which the husband is flying down for and we have tickets to Emilie Autumn on the 19th and The Pixies on the 20th - these having been purchased when we were still under the misguided belief that we would be moving in January. C'est la vie. The bottom line is.........I'm coming home!! Read more!