An exciting week the shipping has finally arrived at Fort Wentworth , a huge container port up the river several miles from the city centre. After days of frustration trying to locate its whereabouts Mike dashed down in the quest to try and pay the dues and retrieve the little amount of home we decided to bring with us. The palette was dismantled and the men in the container port for $20.00 helped shoehorn it all in to the car, a much cheaper solution than our first quote of several hundred dollars. Our books, which had all been opened and inspected by custom control , paintings, too many clothes, a small portion of my studio and Mike's cameras are now unpacked and subsumed into our new home. Interestingly with our vivid green walls and the crisp granite work surfaces our clunky bowls and garish jugs seem sadly out of place, I have spent many an hour pottering around moving and shifting each piece and deciding it has to go in the cupboard. I am curious as to what I don't miss, the books are the best companions to be reunited with, like old friends which have helped me be inspired and teach, lying on the sofa just having the rackety bookcase filled and the coffee table bursting with a few piles has made me very contented.
Please note the genuine 1940's cocktail apron curtesy of tango Tea Southsea with every recipe a girl could wish for written on the front !
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