What a Day!

It started out fine......down to breakfast, busy, but interesting to see the different travellers.

On the way out I stopped by Reception and mentioned that I still wasn't sure if my furniture would arrive and was promptly informed that my room had been let, so I had to vacate anyway.

With nothing packed and only 45 minutes before I was expected at school, it was panic stations. My room was a mess, things everywhere. How was I going to, pack it up, get it to the car, drive to the unit, unload and get to school on time.

Well yes I did it, but stressed wasn't the word.

Not a good start to the day.

The class was fine, perhaps a little unsettled, but that's to be expected.

Around 11.15a.m. I got a phone call from the office. "Grace Removals are on the line," said a voice I didn't recognise.

The furniture van was at my unit and I had to be there now, well ten minutes ago. As it happened my class were with other teachers till lunchtime so that wasn't a problem.

Walking out I remembered that I had lunch duty. Ho hum, walking back to the office, I told whom I thought might be a sympathetic Deputy, but no.

"You'll have to arrange a swop."

"But they want me there now."

"Well I can't do it, I'm already doing one, you'll have to find one."

Feeling disgruntled I walked back to my block looking for someone who would change duties with me. Aren't I lucky to be working with some great teachers, two who offered to change with me.


That sorted, I raced around to the unit. Nothing seems too distant in Kalgoorlie and I was there in a few minutes.


A huge truck loaded with two containers blocked the driveway. Boxes and furniture littered the the concrete. With three men off loading everything was in the unit before I could catch my breath.

Ah yes, but.........always a but..............my dining room table wasn't there.

Promised it by the end of the day. You've guessed. I'm still waiting.

I returned to school with the unit in total disarray. Boxes to be unpacked and bits of furniture scattered here and there across the floor.

It didn't matter. I could get Chardy out of kennels. At 5.10 he was released.

He was haaaapppppy and so was I.