On Wednesday, our fourth move in two and half years started with the removal men coming to pack the house - Colin and I found it very disconcerting and spent most of Sunday, Monday and Tuesday wandering around aimlessly working out what to do - we didn't need to pack anything, although I draw the line at the removalists packing my clothes so did them myself.



By late afternoon they were pretty much done, just leaving us beds, the TV and the computer - we had been without a fridge for two days as ours needed to defrost but we did have our little camping fridge (we still went out for dinner as by this stage we had about four glasses, three knives and one plate).

On Thursday they loaded two 20 foot containers as our stuff was going by rail to Melbourne. This is the final item being packed, my scooter



This had been preceded by Colin and Mick syphoning the petrol out of the tank - Mick was the brave sole that started it off - bleurgh!

By 3.30, the two containers were packed, the car packed and we were ready for our 900 km (560 miles) trip