Farmey, farm, farm... for Clare

I'm home on the farm, literally. The joys of less than speedy broadband internet. Nonetheless, I come to you to say I was stressed, and now I'm sick. I'm not sure which I prefer. As long as the head cold disappears before my long haul flight to SA, all will be well. Until then, I bring you sniffles!

A week out... the debacle begins...

So I organised to have a few friends come out for going away drinks at the wonderful, the beautiful, the (dare I say it) glorious Back Bar. I love the Back Bar, it's my favourite Melbourne bar. I rang and set it up a fortnight ago. Then they call me on Tuesday to tell me they no longer have a liquor license.
Fine. I can manage that.
So I drop in to La La Land and book their back room - to be told the next day that they've double booked me.
What the hell??? So, onto venue number three...
The Local - which isn't mine, but is still lovely.


So far nothing about this move has been easy. I am so much looking forward to finally stopping still for a little while.
Anyway, the drinks were lovely, I had a great time! Thanks to everyone who stopped by.
Now I have to organise things like the stat dec I have to sign to get out of jury duty.
The debacle... it's only just begun...