When your kid is a better blogger than you…

I don’t know if you noticed but my son posted a “Frog Blog” breaking the months long silence. So I thought I better get on here… unfortunately my post will not be anywhere near as adorable or frog heavy, but indulge me if you will.

Quick And Tedious Update Section

Or QATUS… no, not QATUS, that’s uncalled for

Our roof struts broke

In case you didn’t hear there was a supermoon. We were out at Ludlows reserve and had an impressive view.

My son got too cool for us all

Spiders invaded… nice but unnerving huntsmans

Brent fixed the struts

We got a little better at this caravan Schnitzel

I made a new friend

There were frogs

We painted a Christmas tree on the side of the caravan.

So yeah… that’s about it. Well there is more… but my memory is shocking…

Couple of things

***YES THE BUS IS STILL HAPPENING***

Hopefully we can get out of the caravan and into the bus soon but we are learning heaps from orbiting the area in our little caravan.

***Summer is going to be WRETCHED but we ARE working on it***

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Intermission

So. Things with the bus have taken a bit of a turn. There have been some health issues on my part that have put a spanner in the works. BUT … we are still committed to busness. At this stage the progress is going to be slow but there will be some nomadic news very soon.
Thank you all so much for your support and patience.
Also the buses are still coming. I haven’t forgotten. I’m just terrible.
You are all amazing. Take care of yourselves!
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Low ceilings, high expectations and some thoughts on people who use filler to cover up screws…

Still slow progess on the bus front. But we’ve begun to make a bit of progess on the air vents.
What we’ve learned recently:
1. This is not a bus but a patchwork quilt of wood, tin, nails, rivets, screws, glue and despair…
2. Filler must have been cheap when it was being constructed
3. That heater vent likes where it is… and it is refusing to go anywhere.
4. The air vent’s connected to the roof… and the back wall…
5. That back wall is made of wood.
6. Crowbars are fun
7. Rubber flooring is not fun

Our enthusiasm is waning a little but we’ll get there. I refuse to be defeated by a 12m hunk of steel, fiber glass and ply.
I think Brent feels the same way… and the kids? Well they just want to hang out on the bus no matter what state it’s  in.
We’re done for the night but tomorrow I’ll be back there blindly poking at filler in the hopes of discovering a screw or a rivet somewhere in there.

What lies beneath- our first dose of bus related disillusionment

I am a little dispondent right now so I don’t feel like writing much. But I feeling better than yesterday. It’s nice to be in the bus even if it isnt cooperating. I’m so grateful to everyone for putting us up but I CANNOT BLOODY WAIT to have our own space again. Even if it’s just so I can eat icecream in my underpants…
Anyhoo sorry for that disturbing mental image… here are some annoying bus pictures…. grrrrr

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Is this a rusty wall I see before me?
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Random hole in floor above wheel arch
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Rot... bahhhh rot...

The Big Move part 1

I’ve been slack with my updates and for that I can only apologize. Things have been hectic but mostly I have just been old fashioned lazy and not in the frame of mind to sit my arse down and write. Not writer’s block by any stretch, but perhaps writer’s faffing about. Look I’m even doing it now.
A lot of things went right with our move from Woodstock to the bunker, and a lot of things went, shall we say, less right.
First of all we gave notice on the 21st of November as planned, theoretically giving us till the 7th of December to move, that was according to our lwase, our lease that it did not dawn on either of us had expired. So we were obliged to give 3 weeks notice instead of 2…. bringing our final move date to the 14th of December… so far, so reasonable and more than a little dull.
But by the 12th it had become very apparent, even to us in our heightened state of optimism and denial that we were in no way ready to move yet. We had been in woodstock for just over 6 years and had done about 6 years worth of damage, not to mention accumulated 12 years worth of stuff. The real estate were relatively obliging about our shifting move date until we dropped the “um yeah so we might need an extra week rather than a day or two” bomb. Then things got a little tense to say the least. Apparently the owner wanted yo get in and do some (to my mind) long overdue renovations and we were the grubby, dithering spanner in the works. Finally on the 20th we shut the doors up on the woodstock place for the last time. Our first, but let’s face it, hardly ideal family home and I could not have been more over joyed to see the end to the whole stressful saga.
The slowly sinking, leaky flat with it’s stained threadbare carpets, cracked walls, slowly capsizing fixtures and multitude of perilous steps would no longer be a concern. A tremendous weight had been lifted from my shoulders and Brent had similar feelings of relief ss he handed the keys in.  Good riddance.

Enormous thanks go to:
Kat and Michael for putting us up and putting up with our comings and goings, and oodles more besides
Brent’s family for holding on to all our stuff and accepting or vague disorganization without drama. And of course for use of the ute, which might I add gave me a giggle at darker times during the move, seeing Brent driving a vehicle with bullhorns emblazened on the back.
My family, particularly my Dad for looking after the littlest one on several occaisions while I panic cleaned.
The random guy who must have kitted out his entire house with our stuff and saved us mang op shop trips.

Some quick stats
During the move we:
●Sold or gave away approximately 25% of our stuff to individual people
●Donated at least 40  garbage bags of clothes and household items to charity.
●Took about a literal tonne of rubbish, both sorted and unsorted to the Albury tip.
There is no possible way any family of 4 ever needed this much stuff. Let’s hope we never get this bogged down with “things” again.
We have scaled back dramatically but the is still more to be done.
We leave our friends bunker in 2 days but there is still more to tell. Stay tuned for the next installment.

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♤♡♢♧ morgan mushroom ♤♡♢♧

Before we start ~~ Bus Gallery~~

Bus cuisine

It may not be the most lavish of meals, or healthiest, but we wanted to give the biomass stove an outing before things got too hectic bus-wise.
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Stove: Scout from Silverfire

Pot: Also from Silverfire

Fuel: Leaves and twig

Food: Cocktail Franks (there were more, the kids dived on them)

How did it go? Well once I worked out that I had part of it upside down it was pretty impressive. Not sure how long it took to bring the pot to the boil due to the false start, but it wasn’t long. It cooled very quickly too.
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Might try making my on it in the morning provided it’s not a total fire ban tomorrow.

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