I slept in today

 which was not in the plans.  Paris had to work early, I had a task to undertake with 'Salina after and a dozen potential properties to peruse.

We are by no means ready, but if we waited until we were ready nothing would ever get done.  I am still viewing it all as practice runs.

 

As 'Salina had awoken early to undertake her task, she beneficently bestowed her navigation skills and critical eye to the project and within an hour, we had whittled that down to a possible four.

(The pictured property - a two-board white fence, shady green trees overhanging and a neat verge - first a view of the side yard from the south - south-east and then a view from the back and the driveway.  This is in the middle of town and not for sale - absolutely amazing block though, with the most unassuming front yard and private house)

As none of those four had pressing open houses, I returned home to cook gluten-free chocolate squares (I have book club and a work morning tea coming up in the next few days), make the shared areas presentable and write a list for the planned menu.  I had one curry from the freezer, one to use up from the pantry and intentions to make one of my favourites of late - Beef Kerahi (I am going to have to find the link to the recipe I have written down).

I had used precision timing, with the squares due from the oven at the time I would have to leave the house to collect Paris from her shift - however I forgot that the instruction was "ice while hot" so the quickest ever icing was ever concocted, maintaining the no gluten (and no dairy - the metric tonne of butter in the base probably makes that a futile gesture). 

(The pictured parkland is across the road from our current house.  This is one of the many mobs of kangaroos that live in my neighbourhood.  This picture has nothing to do with my day today - its just a picture for effect.)

Technically, I was two minutes late for the end of the shift, but I have solemnly promised Paris she is not in the blog so she shan't be. 

We went to see the one house that had a few very - quaint features, and a few - well, quainter features.  Unfortunately the real fireplace (although a hybrid between Brady Bunch and Jetsons styles), circular driveway and swimming pool attractions were  doused by the Edwardian room layout, the two burner stove, the rollercoaster pitch laundry path and the orange toilet.  

Darn I wish I could tell some of her stories, though.  There was a corker stimulated by this house visit.

Late edit - I have been expressly allowed to tell this story.

Paris said that the moment she stepped into the house, it was like she was in a time machine.  She channelled a 1950s housewife and started to have an anxiety attach that the children would be home any moment and she wouldn't have supper ready for them after homework.

The agent was the first one to actually sound at all enthused, but given the pool that I have access thus far is only 3 and the other 2 were male, it may not be statistically sound sampling yet.

Still, the number reduced to 3 maybes and a possibility. 

 When we came home from shopping and cursory coos at the cats at the shelter, I made my curry.  I chopped it all nicely and displayed on beautiful matching plates - and then completely forgot to take any photos.  That is the quality of food blogger you deal with here.

I did take a photo of the end result, though.

(yes, that is still the special 1970s that my phone has implemented as its standard filter)

Date night, as Paris went out to the movies tonight with a few other kids and one of the other kids lives down this end also, so I did the drive in leg and we had several hours before the others drive her home.

But realistic in our goals - a nice dinner and a bit of an episode of the Lee Mack 1% Club.   Might even lash out and do the washing up at some point.

Saturday night - how is yours?