Man from Mars, his mum, her friend and his son all shuffled bum and bicep up to Sydney, first driving a truckful of her belongings and her car to Yass, and then making the remainder of the trip on Monday. There was a lot of pushing, grunting, bad body odour, lifting, internet connecting, tasty Japanese and of course, in amongst all of this, the intense Sydney humidity and ravenous blood thirsty mozzies. What a stellar combination. Such are the joys of moving.
[Wall Art in a Surry Hills park:]
[Man from Mars and his lovely mum:]
[Man from Mars' mum's friend and his son and us:]
[The view from her balcony as the sun goes down:]
As a new week starts and Man from Mars and I count our mozzie bites (Him: at least 10 Me: 9, including one below my fingernail on my pinkie and one on the underside of my index finger (?!!?)), it's the start of a new Career Era for his mum who hereafter shall be called "Her Associate Professorness" (like "Her Royal Highness" except much more academically inclined, geddit?)
Good luck, Her Associate Professorness!!!
And a magnificent week to you all.
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