Our last week in Leichhardt

Hi Friends (do we even have any friends on this yet?! You should check our my aunt's blog for her bloomin' dogs and you'll see what I mean).

Well, it's the Pruntys' last week in Leichhardt. No more strolling down Norton St, buying Gelato and saying Ciao to the passers by. Not that we ever did that. We should have, I will speak to Chris about doing that this weekend.

I'm writing this blog under duress from Emma, my new sister-in-law, because I have thousands of things to do (yet I am still procrastinating by watching episodes of Ed...remember that TV show about the lawyer who owns a bowling alley in Stuckeyville??), but I know she is hanging out to see images of the move, so I am posting a couple of pictures up. Our little apartment is so small, I can't pack because the boxes take up too much space! See:

This weekend will be our big Painting Beeee - thanks to our parents and Jano for coming to help us paint our new house.

I sound like such a sentimental suck, reading that back, so here is something that is more me: Yesterday, I was on the phone to the carpet cleaning service trying to organise for our carpet to be steam cleaned. The lady asked me to spell my surname. As I am so used to spelling Sponiar, I started to launch into S for Sam, P for Peter, then stopped realising this is no longer my name. It was so confusing that I ended up saying, "Prunty. P for.....um...Poo".