Wednesday, October 04, 2006

After A Long and Unexplained Absence

Some thoughts on moving house:

Looking for a new house sucks. While searching for houses on the internet be wary of the following terms:

Quint = small and poky.

Old Style Charm = cracks in the walls and an outside loo.

Quiet living = located in a back alleyway where people come to dump dead bodies and unwanted pets.

Realstate agents never return phone calls.

Why do I find it impossible to throw anything away?

While sorting though drawer number 1 of RANDOM STUFF I found:

1 pirate eye patch
1 pirate dagger
1 plastic compass
1 plastic telescope
1 small box of assorted Indian cotton, sugar cubes, saffron, a small jar of honey, and a large walnut.
1 packet of candy hearts at least four years old
1 fortune cookie message reading: Tonight Will Change Your Life
1 pink turtle pin cushion

I also found the dreaded box of high school letters. In amongst the letters declaring that all men are emotionally retarded, there was also some incredibly bad poetry. The kind that should never have been committed to paper and if read, induces bleeding from ones eyeballs. Why any woman in her right mind would choose to wander the grounds of a ruined castle wearing a flimsy and flowing white cotton dress weeping and wringing her hands is now beyond me. I find it worrying that at some point in my past this kind of behaviour made complete sense.

There were, however, some truly hilarious and heartwarming letters. One of them even managed to bring a tear to Jelly’s eyes, no mean feat I assure you. It was from the sentimental and big hearted friend who carried a little clay beetle around in his pocket named Stuart Sutcliffe and named his pet chickens Dear Prudence and Polythene Pam.

Some conclusions I have drawn from this experience:

House hunting should only be conducted under the influence of hard liquor.
Packing is wonderful procrastination.
I am truly thankful the melodramatic days of high school are a distant memory.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Pat Allan said...

I'm always surprised by the number of houses for rent that have outside loos. And, of course, they're always the houses with fantastic locations.

1:16 PM  
Blogger Tom said...

House hunting is truly one of the most depressing activites known to humankind - I envy you not.

I think you owe it to your readers to give us a demonstration of this so-called 'bad poetry'. Go on, you know you really want to...

*chants* po-e-try po-e-try

11:30 AM  
Blogger canoe said...

pat I completely agree about the abundance of outside loos in this city. It's crazy. Especially given our erratic weather and my unfortunate habit of needing to go to the loo at 2am every morning.

And Tom, I'm afraid the bad poetry will follow me to my grave, unread, unpublished, hidden from the world. It's for the best, really. Bleeding from ones eyes is never fun.

12:59 PM  
Blogger audrey said...

Are you all moving together or just you? Because if the house is breaking up that's sad. I might shed a tear too.

1:29 AM  
Blogger treespotter said...

the eye patch would go well with my flag.

now we need the boat.

canoe?

2:08 AM  
Blogger Fluffy said...

POST AGAIN! I've linked you now, so you have to. An absolute pleasure to be in your general proximity last night xxx.

6:40 AM  

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