5 months of blog avoidance. I left off on on impressions of Reykjavik - it seems so long ago now. I came home to our recently rented house - the same house that I just today received 3 months notice to vacate. This was not unexpected given the issues we've had with living here over the last 6 months however, and a 3 month notice period is quite generous I think. With a bit of luck, we may be able to kill two birds with one stone, and finally make the move to Melbourne which has been so often discussed over the years. In an attempt to escape the fucking appalling summer weather in Sydney, we had a few days in lovely Noosa this week - only had one of sun up there too - seems the whole east coast is cursed for any decent weather this year. Got back yesterday and supposed to work today - got up, showered, dressed, kissed goodbye, walked down to station, bought ticket, checked phone, message saying building electrical fault so don't come into work today, walked back home. It rained the entire time, and ever since. I need a sun holiday. At this rate I'm considering Ireland. I want to go out tonight but struggling to get myself up and enthused. But the alternative of Australian TV for the evening is enough to motivate me into action. So am I back online here again? I hope so. I just never really know if I've ever got anything of interest to say.