Sitting at this very moment in the livingroom of my aunts' house in Dulwich Hill, a rather pleasant and homey part of Sydney. Not too far from the city, so there are houses, not flats, and trees, but it's not exactly full suburbia either. A fantastic location to live in, I'd imagine, and a great place to hole up for a while.
One aunt is my mother's sister, and the other is her partner and my Godmother. They've been together for longer than I've been alive, I think. They went through primary school and high school together, along with two of my great-aunts and my mother. They've gone to...Laureton (sp?) for the weekend for my Godmother's mother's 70th birthday. It's funny because they usually travel so well and in the most comfortable way, but today they've travelled for hours in my Godmother's sister's minivan. With her four children, at least three of whom ought to be tranquilised, or so I'm told, because they're a tad full-on. Am I envious? Not a jot.
The house itself is beautiful (nicknamed "Dullo", for Dulwich Hill) and single-floored but slightly sprawly. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, open plan kitchen/dining/living area. Of the four bedrooms, only one is the Master Bedroom. The other rooms are used as two studies and a dressing room. Yeah, you heard. One of my aunts has a penchant for clothes/shoes/bags...Hats/jewellery/etc.
The floors are a gorgeous polished blondeish wood (fun for slipping around in socks) and the ceilings are quite high, which is great for summer, but since we're now in Autumn, it's a little chilly. Dr. K thinks I should put forth the question of installing a fireplace. Usually not a fan of fireplaces, but it's not as if they don't have the space for it, lol.
I'm in charge of two Mini Fox Terriers, Emily and Lucy, and two Tortoise Shell cats (formerly strays), Betty and Pip, rudely named after Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip. I've said my piece on the issue and I think it's because the names have been met with opposition that they've stuck. Typical. I'm told that one of the dogs, Emily, is getting on in years and is starting to go senile and that I shouldn't worry if I'm woken at three in the morning by her barking at the bed. Or the door. Or a chair. Or nothing. Oddball.
This is the type of house that I'd love to live in one day, either by myself (with fewer rooms, if this is the case) or with a partner. It's very much a home and I love it. In fact, I'm wondering if it might be too cruel to change the locks and steal their house. It might be a bit much, but if there's even a slight chance of my getting away with it, I'll do it!!
I'm going to finish up watching Most Haunted (I love that show, shut up) and have a bath. Aaaaah. I love baths because I very rarely get to have one. Oi, don't be like that! I shower often, but at my house, we don't have a tub *sobs*. Brilliant hot water, plenty of great scents and nothing but my own thoughts in an echoey chamber for half an hour or so. Lovely, just lovely.
And now I've turned into either a real girl or a gay man, so I'm going to biff off.
Pip-pip, all xox
One aunt is my mother's sister, and the other is her partner and my Godmother. They've been together for longer than I've been alive, I think. They went through primary school and high school together, along with two of my great-aunts and my mother. They've gone to...Laureton (sp?) for the weekend for my Godmother's mother's 70th birthday. It's funny because they usually travel so well and in the most comfortable way, but today they've travelled for hours in my Godmother's sister's minivan. With her four children, at least three of whom ought to be tranquilised, or so I'm told, because they're a tad full-on. Am I envious? Not a jot.
The house itself is beautiful (nicknamed "Dullo", for Dulwich Hill) and single-floored but slightly sprawly. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, open plan kitchen/dining/living area. Of the four bedrooms, only one is the Master Bedroom. The other rooms are used as two studies and a dressing room. Yeah, you heard. One of my aunts has a penchant for clothes/shoes/bags...Hats/jewellery/etc.
The floors are a gorgeous polished blondeish wood (fun for slipping around in socks) and the ceilings are quite high, which is great for summer, but since we're now in Autumn, it's a little chilly. Dr. K thinks I should put forth the question of installing a fireplace. Usually not a fan of fireplaces, but it's not as if they don't have the space for it, lol.
I'm in charge of two Mini Fox Terriers, Emily and Lucy, and two Tortoise Shell cats (formerly strays), Betty and Pip, rudely named after Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip. I've said my piece on the issue and I think it's because the names have been met with opposition that they've stuck. Typical. I'm told that one of the dogs, Emily, is getting on in years and is starting to go senile and that I shouldn't worry if I'm woken at three in the morning by her barking at the bed. Or the door. Or a chair. Or nothing. Oddball.
This is the type of house that I'd love to live in one day, either by myself (with fewer rooms, if this is the case) or with a partner. It's very much a home and I love it. In fact, I'm wondering if it might be too cruel to change the locks and steal their house. It might be a bit much, but if there's even a slight chance of my getting away with it, I'll do it!!
I'm going to finish up watching Most Haunted (I love that show, shut up) and have a bath. Aaaaah. I love baths because I very rarely get to have one. Oi, don't be like that! I shower often, but at my house, we don't have a tub *sobs*. Brilliant hot water, plenty of great scents and nothing but my own thoughts in an echoey chamber for half an hour or so. Lovely, just lovely.
And now I've turned into either a real girl or a gay man, so I'm going to biff off.
Pip-pip, all xox