Yesterday was the hubs day off. We had a million and one errands to run. We were dead set on being very efficient. We started the day sorta kinda early. Took a short tram ride to the city to apply for my medicare. Took a number and waited a while, only to be told that we're short of one document. Its a good thing we live so near the city. So it was not a big deal to go back home to get it. Since it was almost 12, we decided to grab some lunch at a m'sian cafe. Ordered some hokkien noodles even though i knew it wasn't going to be the same as what you get in m'sia. I miss that dark sauced, smokey, pork fatty goodness. But you make do with what you have.
Pop back home just to put in laundry load no.2 of the day into the washer. The weather has been very un-laundry friendly the past week, so its been near impossible to get your clothes dry just by air drying it outside. I shudder at the thought of icy cold undies. sniff. So we've decided to do ALL of our laundry today and get them dried at the coin laundromat later in the evening. So back on the tram and back into the city. It was lunchtime and the trams are packed. We get to medicare, there is a crowd. We take our number and wait patiently. The numbers get called in a break neck speed. The electronic voice that belts out the numbers seem to be in a hurry. We are pleased, cause soon it was my turn. I put in my application and everything goes smoothly. I'm told to collect my medicare number later in the day.
Next on our errand list is; shop for our wedding bands. We walk randomly to some jewellers, browse at the windows mostly. Some rings are adourned with rocks that are obscenely LARGE. We walked past a little shop because it was empty. Had a little browse, and before you know it. We've put in a deposit for 2 rings. We spent about and hour and a half in the shop. The lady who served us was very warm and friendly and she was intent on giving us a very good price. I muse at how we are so casual and 'spontaneous' about the wedding. Relieved at finally having purchased our rings, 3 weeks before the wedding. We head back to medicare to get my number. And we're done in the city! Back on the tram, we head back home.
Our laundry is done, and we have to do our next errand; collect registered mail from post office. The post office happens to be a little further away in the land of surburbia. We haul all of our wet laundry into the car. And we head off to the post office. I collect my mail, and realise it was a letter from immigration. Guess what, I've got my partner visa approved. The hubs congratulates me and tell me that I can now officially reside in australia. erm. yay? We head back into the city, with our wet landry waiting to be dried. We get a nice parking spot right outside the coin laundromat. Haul all of our clothes into their giant dryers, i swear i can crawl in and dry myself, if i needed to. We then take a nice walk along the shops, we found a neat little japanese store. I'm in love with their tea cups and japanesey gadgets.
We shop, we buy and we were satisfied. Next was the supermarket. We had 2 things on our list, frozen peas and cranberry juice. We walked out with 4 bagfuls of grocery. This is what supermarkets here do to you. THEY MAKE YOU BUY STUFF. More stuff than you actually need. By now, our laundry is ready, they come out dry and toasty. Just the way we like it. We head home. Tired but awfully proud at all the errands we've completed today. I make 3 yummy dishes for dinner while the hubs folds the laundry. I hate doing laundry and he is scarily efficient in the clothes folding department. Dinner was highly satisfactory, we end the day cuddling in bed watching a movie. He fell asleep way before the movie ended. I had a lovely day of sorts.
4.08.2009
A lovely day of sorts.
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2 comments:
nice header!! love it!!!! u will love my flowers of italy photos!! :D
hi there,
get to know ur blog thru my friend's blog - John Tan..
congrats to your coming wedding..
take care
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