Keep Knocking

I’m feeling tired just thinking about it – the prospect of viewing more houses tomorrow. I don’t particularly enjoy this and when we first came to Melbourne, I dreaded tagging along with relatives who appeared to enjoy this. They’d rock into show-houses and move from one house to another, and from one builder to another. After a while, I ceased being polite and flatly turned down all invitations to go house viewing. I now have to do this as a necessity. Theresa’s had an extensive list drawn up and while it is still early days, the pressure to find something is already starting to build up. We’ll be looking at the usual suburbs tomorrow, which are mainly in or around our present place. Mount Waverley is our preferred suburb, with Burwood East, Blackburn (preferably south), Forest Hill and even Doncaster East as other favoured ones. We are avoiding Glen Waverley like a plague now. As always, we have committed this matter to God and while it is us scouring the brochures and maps and trudging up and down driveways and garden paths, it would be Him casting a loving eye and guiding.  Someone in our floor resigned some time ago and today was her last day at work. She’s pregnant and is due to deliver in a few weeks. She resigned because she wants to take some time off to look after her child but had not served the minimum period to earn extended maternity leave. So she leaves after today, to raise her child. She said she and her partner had not planned this. She’s a happy, bubbly person and laughs a lot so she is going to be missed around here. Actually as I’m writing this down, it has just occurred to me that she is both English and an accountant so the independent myths of a boring English or boring accountant are simultaneously blown to smithereens.  Goodbye, JS and may God bless you, your partner and your child.