The Planning Phase (7)

Just a short note today folks.

Only four weeks left and we are off. Have to say I am feeling pretty damn good about it and the sense of building anticipation is a wonderful feeling to carry around with you everyday that it would be great if I could bottle it and retain this equilibrium at all times.

I am quite exhausted though, what with ensuring everything is completed for work before I head off and ensuring my colleagues are across anything that may crop up. Some stuff can get quickly out of control if it comes from left field so am trying to cover all bases.

What has really got me running around though is getting stuff organised at home. One gets used to the idiosycracies of one's own home - the lock that needs to be jiggled to open, the tap turned off a certain way to minimise dripping etc. But when someone else is coming to stay you need to sort these things out.

Well that has led to a frenzy of guttering cleaning, installing a new  mixer tap, replacing the stove ( with a bargain thank you very much, Sally Wilson), repairing the coffee machine inter alia. And then of course is the stockpiling you need to do for the house guests to ensure that they have all that they need while looking after your place. So its off to Cosco we go. For the uninitiated, its kind of Walmart @ The Docklands.......

It is a barn of a place and what you cannot buy there is not worth having. From toilet paper to Schwarovsky Crystals (however you spell that bling stuff).I felt like Mitchell from Modern Families went I first venutred there. Smugly superior and dismissive of the prepackaged, preservative laden, fat infused products they have on offer such as boxed already-prepared toasted sandwiches (yes, I didnt believe it either), cheescakes the size of the MCG playing surface and muffins the size of human heads.

However in addition to some of the most revoltingly unhealthy foodtsuffs ever conceived and created  is a tremendous selection of great cheeses, meats, fresh produce and cleaning products at terrific prices. So like life its a matter of having to trawl through the rubbish to get to the treasures. The one good thing about it though, is if you like to relax, come the weekend, and prefer to remain  in your trackie daks sans shower, wearing the uggies or your moccies, you're right on the money as to the dresscode for Costco!!!!!

Ciao

Kelly