Tick, tick, tick . . .

I left a message for George the other day since he’s been doing his Scarlet  Pimpernel trick and impersonating the invisible man.  It said: ‘tick, tick, tick, George.  That’s the sound of time ticking away in the lead up to 15th March.  WHERE ARE YOU?  Tick, tick, tick . . . ‘

Bless him, he’s kept it on his machine and says it gives him his daily laugh!
The message seems to have worked though because he’s fronted up finally (what’s he trying to do, give me a heart attack?) and has dismantled the cattle yards (at last, at last!) although the constant rain means he’s also created a mud bath on the river flat and down my drive, which after all my dedicated grass seeding over the last five months, has broken my little heart!  Oh well, I guess you pay a price for everything in life!
He’s been back in the big gully by the house snigging out the trees into a big pile for burning and he promises me, faithfully, that next week he and his brother, Rex, are going to be putting up my much maligned semi-circular fence from gate to gate to separate the house paddock from the farm.  This is the fence that I saw as clear as crystal in my mind’s eye from even before I took possession and everyone has told me can’t be done.  Now you know me, the best way to make me bull-headed is to use the word ‘can’t ‘ . . . . so I’ve been patient, persistent, petulant and precious by turns about it and George and I have had many a head to head over  it.  Finally he has capitulated (sometimes the easy way out is the best way forward!) and roped in his younger brother (who looks ten years older than George) to give him a helping hand.
I had to take my car in for a lengthy stay at the car doctor.  I don’t think I told you about my little prang.  The only way I can describe the weather we have had over the last three months is by saying it has been ‘typically English’ . . .  wet, wet, wet.  So when the plumber was her the other week weaving his magic over my new bathroom and getting ready for my new kitchen, he had to drive in with all his tools then drive out again straightaway as the river was rising over the bridge.  When he finished for the day I drove him and his tools back over to the other side of the river to reunite him with his car and was just about to drive down the dip when I thought ‘this looks a bit slippery, he’d better not drive down here’ and I engaged 4 wheel.  To no avail.  Instead of going forwards I slid sideways – straight into the bullbar on George’s truck!  Which, of course, did absolutely no damage to the bullbar, and wiped out my drivers wing!  I guess it never rains, but it pours!
We have been waiting and waiting for the weather to clear even for a day so we can have our farm road graded.  We’ve been waiting since Christmas.  Finally they came on Monday and Tuesday and did a relly great job turning our rutted old goat track into something resembling a road.  On Wednesday we had 4 and a half inches of rain in under 3 hours.  Even the stalwart, resilient, and endlessly optimistic Ged just sat on the verandah and cried.  One step forward, ten steps back, are we ever going to get there . . . are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet  . . . ?
You know when I get a bee in my bonnet about something I just go out there and will the universe to please me (!)  Well, last week I got fed up of worrying and waiting about our new kitchen benchtop which with Scott’s heavy work schedule seemed like an impossible dream, and he was having problems with the tallowood etc so I just said ‘Leave it to me!’  I got out the yellow pages, let my fingers do the walking, and my sweet voice do the talking and found a mob in Wauchope prepared to bend over backwards to give me what I wanted.  You’ve never seen anyone get washed, dressed, and in the car so fast – I was like Penelope Pitstop on speed!!
We picked it up on Monday and it looks fantastic.  How far we have come, how long we have journeyed, how much we appreciate this moment in time . . . .

Wheels, Wine and a Ring

Thanks for all your worried emails re my wobbly wheels!  It turned out that the bone-rattling rides over the roads around here have been loosening the nuts on my bolts and THAT’S why the wheel fell off!  Actually, on consecutive runs over the next few days I found first the nut, then the washer, then the bolt at various stages on the farm road!

So it wasn’t too expensive, and I got my car back on Monday (phew!) and got back into the daily grind of winding up to the office in Comboyne.  It’s been raining for a week now.  So my grass is growing and so are the weeds!  Phoenix has learned to chase the cows away from the water troughs on command, because they love to drink all the horses’ water rather than sliding down the bank to the river and then trying to clamber back up the greasy slopes.  George has been very quiet because the lady who looks after Marcia has been away so he has been at home with her.

Ged finally wined and dined me on Friday.  We are sampling local restaurants so we can recommend fine dining for the folks when they are here in March.  We went to a little BYO restaurant called Fusion 7 with a bottle of Australian Sparkling I had been recommended to try for the wedding.  One sip and I was grimacing as the sugary sweet bubbles tasted like alcoholic lemonade to me – gross!  Back to the drawing board on something cheaper than the Widow for the wedding guests!  But the food was FANTASTIC.  Truly excellent food in this tiny little restaurant in Port Macquarie of all places.  Very pleased with that.  Ged had to drink most of the bottle, but even he couldn’t stomach too much of it!  Needless to say, I drove home!

We put the deposit down on the ring so it’s a work in progress now – 12 pink diamonds in a platinum channel setting – practical for my hard working life, pink diamonds because they are rare and exclusively Australian and platinum because it lasts and hopefully so will we!

We spent the weekend at a succession of parties with Ged’s family.  I was the entertainment as far as I can work out!  The fiancee was wheeled out in front of an enormous number of rellies (haven’t they heard of condoms???!!) at first brother Denis’s 34th Birthday Party on Saturday night, and then dad Denis’s (I know, I know, WHY do people name their children after the father?) 70th on Sunday.  I liked his sister very much, and ditto the next brother up.  I didn’t think much of the eldest but then as Ged used to work for him I know too many tales out of school!   Now I know how intimidating all the out-laws must find OUR family!! And right now I have sworn off a McCarthy Christmas (where can I run, where can I hide??) but who knows, I may mellow as the merryness of the season melts my hardened heart . . . !

Whirlwind Romance . . . Love and Marriage!

LOVE SIGN

For those of you who haven’t heard the news, here’s the official announcement. I’m getting MARRIED!!

I know it all seems very whirlwind romance, but as Ged says ‘it just feels so RIGHT’. It’s very real and practical and down to earth (it would have to be trying to build this house together!). He has been sure almost from the word go but I am the one who is commitment phobic and every step of the way I have palpitations. He actually asked me at the beginning of September and once I got over the shock I said ‘probably’ (so romantic!!) And then once I’d had a chance to process it all in my head and my heart and know that we have a good solid future together and what we have is strong enough to weather a life together, I said yes.

We kept it to ourselves because it was nice to have this special secret between us but last week we let the cat out of the bag so you can all share in our joy and start booking your flights etc!!

We are already beginning to understand how stressful planning a wedding can be because finding a date that you all agree on has been a nightmare and while I have had to forego my first choice in order to fit in with the UK delegation, and then had to abandon my second choice because of the Catholic contingent, but we have finally found a date that we are sticking with (3rd time lucky!) so set the date in your diaries now . . . . 15th MARCH 2008. Which Ged worked out is exactly a year to the day since we first met on the farm so that actually is perfect (he is such a romantic!)

Ged is already talking about just eloping in order to forego all the stress and fuss . . . But I have to have my big day (finally!)

I feel a bit like Miss Haversham, I’ve been sitting on the shelf in my wedding dress for so long! Time to dust down my frock and chase away the spiders . . . !

It’s a farm wedding and the weather should be perfect (about 70 degrees in the old money) so it’s pretty frocks for the girls and no morning suits for the men. Just light suits or nice shirts and pants (trousers for you poms!). Don’t worry about hats. I just want a relaxed gathering of our nearest and dearest for a real celebration of love in all its myriad guises – friends, family and lots and lots of children. Come for the weekend and enjoy the property and relax and celebrate with us . . . . official invitations to follow.

I’m so happy and content with this strong, safe, supportive man who loves me totally for who and what I am (no holds barred!) It all feels very natural. He’s nothing like anyone I’ve ever fallen for before, and with my track record, that’s a good thing. He’s a good, good man, with a big and generous heart and soul and he’s brave enough to take me on so that’s pretty impressive!!

He’s going to sell his place and we will make Avalon our home – it’s such a magical place. I can’t wait to share it with you all, so start making whatever plans you need to in order to be here for our special day.


MY LOVELY GED . . .