Meg and I checked out the rent lady today and she said there was a very good chance she had let the house and would know tomorrow morning. We would only hve to pay rent until the 1st of Feb and we could have all our stuff moved to Beech Street by 20th, the day before I fly home. This would be the best thing for all, so fingers crossed for tomorrow. (Or tonight, for those in the Northern Hemisphere). Meg came home and packed regardless, plus stripped all the beds in Finns room apart from his own. I'm not quite sure how she's going to get through the week - or cope if it doesn't fall into place. There were 2 people looked at it the other day and both interested, plus Hoons sitting outside staring at the place today, in their throbbing V8. There was a couple of girls looking too, and a nice lady from Christchurch turned up just as I was shouting at Meg for bossing me about. I think the rent lady will move fast to grab the nice family that want it, before the Hoons get a chance.
If we are moving, I shall have to start unwinding my beans, which have wound themselves round the small Sycamore tree in the garden. Not quite sturdy enough for Jack. I could move them to Beech street, where they could join the grapes growing over the back door.
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