The Moore Inn
The life and times of the Moore family
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We got moved house last weekend. We both had a 5-day weekend and as it turned out, we needed it. Friday morning, we packed up the dog and a few essentials and went to get the keys from the estate agent. The keys that would definitely be there at 9 o'clock. The keys that ended up being posted into the letterbox of the new house at 10 o'clock. Good start!
So we got in and took in the atmosphere in our new house. It smelled of dog. We took a look around the empty shell. Empty except for the ant colonies in every corner anyway. So the plan was that Vanessa would stay and clean - she's a clean-freak it has to be said - while I went back and forth with a few car loads of gear. But the place was bloody filthy, so a bit of cleaning became a 2-day job. Unbelievable. I left Vanessa to it and did several runs in the car, all with the help of the dog. And by help, I mean hinderance. He's only small and just loves to get under your feet while you're trying to do anything. Meanwhile, Vanessa was cleaning.
At this point we also discovered that we couldn't lock the downstairs of the house. there are three doors - one of them is only designed to lock from the inside, one of them has a chunky old-fashioned lock (and no key) and the other has a keyhole but no key. We called up the estate agents and the previous owners admit that they were never given a key for downstairs. And never got one cut. In three friggin' years! So more expense to get a locksmith out - who did a bloody good job as it happens - and now we can protect our gear.
We also discover that nothing is fixed down. Or rather Vanessa discovered this as the glass shelf in the bathroom drops and smashes on the floor, badly cutting her leg, when she tried to clean it. How this family survived with 4 small kids is anybody's guess.
So Friday and Saturday follow this pattern - it's pissing down both days by the way. Then we roll around to Sunday, get up early to collect the truck and prepare for the big part of the move. We decide that it's probably best we move the spa first. This is on the back patio outside the kitchen, about 1.5m above the ground at the back of the house. Now when this was delivered, two guys brought it in and made it look really easy. So we decided that the two of use could get the thing back out again. You might say we 'mis-judged' the situation though. And when the $4000 spa rolled off the back deck, bounced onto the garden and rolled dramatically towards our motorhome at the bottom of the garden, closely followed by two seriously amateur removalists, this would have been evident to all. In all the spa rolled about 25m down the garden and we managed to stop it right before it crashed into a palm tree. The damage only appears to be superficial but we haven't plugged the thing back in yet anyway. If only we had video'd it, we would have won the next Australia's Funniest Home Videos show hands down.
12 hours later, we unloaded the last of the bits off the truck and collapsed in a heap on the lounge floor. Job done. Well, except for all the unpacking anyhoo.
Welcome to The Moore Inn
Well hello there. Haven't written anything for a while so thought I might get back into it. If you're wondering about the title, it's twofold really. A few years ago when we were still in the UK, a friend was moving from London back 'home' to the north east, so we offered him a room at ours. Then as he moved out a few months later, another mate needed a bed for a few nights a week so we took him in. From then on our house became known as The Moorings B&B.
Then when we moved to Australia in '05, one of the first things we bought (despite being skint!) was a bar. I had always wanted to have a bar so when we saw this in a second hand shop for $200, we really couldn't pass it up. Despite having bills to pay and no income at the time. So then The Moorings became The Moore Inn.
This old bar has been shifted around 4 houses and spent some time in storage but is about to be moved to its new - and final - home. Now in it's new home, it will play second fiddle to a full on fixed bar (pics to follow) so we don't really know what to do with it. On the one hand the new bar will overshadow it in every way. On the other, this bar has something of a story to it and some sentimental value too. I guess we'll find a place for it because I really can't see us parting with it but who knows.
So we're moving into the new place in less than two weeks. We've been very good the last few weekends and packed most of our crap valuables into boxes ready for the big day - Friday 13th would you believe  . We're looking forward to finally getting into our own place again, after 4.5 years of living in other people's. I've got Foxtel and the internet on order but ... er ... not the electricity yet. Ooops, better sort that.
Anyhoo, that's about all I have to say for today. Not much I know but I'm sure I'll find something more interesting to write about next time. Maybe.
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