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Minimalism, not for the feint at heart...



Well, so much has happened in the last week, I am not entirely sure where to start.  The beginning is probably a great place.  We found a lovely house in Midlands and moved in as they finished building it.  We went shopping on grand scale and moved in one day one with brand new appliances, and beds, and basic crockery and cutlery, not much else.  

We went shopping every single day thereafter and still the house remains empty.  Well, it started with a car...I finally managed to convince Gerhard that a mini is a very nice car, so nice in fact that he caved massively and ended up buying me a mini cabriolet.  A lovely car, unless it is the only car for a family of four, whilst your husband still looks for the bakkie of his dreams.  We literally peeled out of the car, us and a loaf of bread, because that is all we can fit in the boot of a mini.  Thank goodness the furniture stores deliver, because we would have still been sitting on our camping chairs. 

So yes, the first four days in the new house was spent without couches, curtains or any other furniture except for beds.  The house had that nice hollow sound to it, and we avoided it like the plague.  Our brand new plasma tv stood on a washing machine box, my sister referred to it as upper class trailer trash.  She was spot on.  Then corricraft started delivering and man oh man, am I impressed with the new stuff we got. 

I still go out shopping daily, I lost count of the number of mini loads of stuff I actually bought and schlepped home in my mini, roof down, dustbins, floor lamps, washing baskets, linen, crockery, pots, pans, food, people, yes, Sekai came home on that very first day and I do not know who cried more...we are sill catching up.  I cannot live without this woman, I love her and will never ever leave her, ever, again. 

So, let me go and buy more stuff...I have all the cupboards in the world.  Only ai can fill them.  

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