Today's post is to show what we have been up to for the past 5 months since we bought this grotty little house. We made our last run to the DIY store yesterday and, apart from a few little finishing touches, it is ready for tenants.
The agent has put it on the market and we hope to have some potential tenants around to view it over the next few days. So we will not pat ourselves on the back until it is occupied but we are ready to show off! I hope you will be able to tell which are the before pictures and which are afters.
                   
The outside now has a car port, parking for two cars and some nice plants which thrive on neglect.
We hope the kitchen speaks for itself and the bathroom, which was absolutely revolting, is now clean and pleasant. It was hard not to add bits and pieces we liked but, whenever the temptation arose we reminded each other of Sarah Beeney's mantra, 'You are not doing this for yourself' and managed to resist most of the time.
The bedrooms all now have built in wardrobes and ceiling fans,  but my favourite places are the outside seating areas (alfresco dining in the agent's ad.) Ian has been working on. He was very insistent about doing them, even though I thought it would be more important to spend time on the inside of the house but, I think you will agree he was right. He has even created a soft matting area for any children to play on.
We had to be careful not to get carried away and put in a garden which would probably be neglected but, in Australia you need to be able to live outside especially when eating,and I think what he has come up with is just the ticket.

I've been a bit quiet on the blogging front for the last week because we finally managed to get the keys to our house! We lost our patience with the agent who seemed incapable of telling the tenant they had to hand over the keys as they had chosen not to pay rent for the last two months and were no longer at the property. You can imagine how frustrating it was walking past the empty house we could be living in while clambering over all our boxes and furniture in the house we are trying to renovate. So we met up with the owner of the letting agency who dealt with the situation post haste and we were in that afternoon.
Now the long job of moving all our worldly possessions up the road bit by bit is well under way and we are doing quite well. There have been a few comedy capers, notably when we tried to carry the washing machine into the new house. Have you ever tried to lift a washing machine? The house is on a slope and there are about ten steps down then seven up into the entrance, we got all the way to the second step from the top when Ian fell off the steps and I couldn't hold the machine which went crashing down to the bottom of the steps. Luckily Ian had fallen off the side of the steps so it didn't land on him and nobody was hurt. We also got to see why it was so heavy, there is a big concrete slab inside! It was not a very expensive machine and we were not that keen on it so, if it doesn't work when we put it back together, it isn't the end of the world.
There was a silver lining to this mishap as the man next door came running out when he heard the crash and insisted on helping Ian carry any more really heavy stuff. Result!
We are in now and we love it. This is a pole house and has fabulous big windows leading out onto our balcony which is up in the tree tops with a view of the shore line through the trees. Once we have trimmed a couple we will have a fantastic outlook. It is still warm enough to have breakfast on the balcony and we are joined each day by Rainbow Lorikeets, Australian magpies and Mynah Birds, fantastic.

Our container full of stuff arrived from England on Friday and I am not sure how I feel about it. Although it is undeniably brilliant to be reacquainted with things like our bed and my bathrobe, it was strangely liberating to live for six months with just the contents of our suitcases.
Unfortunately the tenant in our house has been messing us around by saying she will move her stuff out every weekend for the last four weeks and not doing it. She has not been living there for the past month and has paid no rent but is technically still the tenant until she hands back the keys. All this means we had to have everything delivered to the house we are renovating and then schlep it all up the road when she finally goes.
Great excitement Saturday morning however, when the man who lives next door to the house (we befriended him and his wife when our power came on days before theirs after the storm and we let them come and use our shower) came trotting down the road to tell us that the tenants were there moving their furniture out, yippee! So we are hoping to get a call from the agent today to say she has the keys.
We have gathered a few bits around us while waiting for our furniture because recycling and make do and mending comes naturally to Australians and they are far less of a throw away society than we Brits. There is a marvelous system for disposing of unwanted household goods called the large item pick up. The date for the pick up is announced a few weeks in advance and residents start to leave their junk at the roadside in front of their houses. And of course, one man's junk is another man's treasure so, while it sits there, everyone ferrets through and takes what they want. This is completely acceptable, in fact positively encouraged as it means there is far less for the council to pick up, I have heard stories of people furnishing their whole homes this way.
We picked up a sofa and a couple of chairs to tide us over, Ian started to become a bit addicted and turned up every day with something else under his arm, I'm still finding things now, so I was quite glad when Port Stephens Council finally came and collected it all.
Luckily it was all picked up before the storm or the mess would have been unimaginable with all that lot blowing around!
As it is, there is still some clearing up left to do after the storm but we are getting there and we certainly won't be short of firewood this winter.

This is Ella. We were walking through the koala reserve yesterday morning when we came across a group of people looking up a tree and there was Ella! She had just been released back into wild when we got there but her journey to freedom had been a complicated one.
Ella was found at Christmas a couple of roads from us, wandering about on the ground. Her mother had stopped carrying her on her back, as they do when the youngsters are about one year old, but she was not managing on her own so was taken in by the local koala rescue. They got her eating on her own and released her about four weeks ago into the same tree she was in today. She was managing well but then the storm hit breaking the branch she was on and she fell out of the tree! Luckily one of the koala rescuers was keeping an eye on her from his house overlooking the reserve and he braved the wild weather to retrieve her. Fortunately she was unhurt but had to go back to the rescue for a couple of weeks but she is back out now although she is very tiny, only 2.7kg. We have been back a couple of times since and she is still in the same tree but seems to be eating well.
We are into winter now but, as you can see from the picture of Ian and Monty walking along the mangrove boardwalk at the bottom of our road, it is still pretty nice during the daytime but a bit cool at night, thank goodness the duvet and some warmer clothes arrive with all our possessions tomorrow. However, we have some wonderful birds around like these corellas and there are still lovely things in flower and I have photographed a couple to show off.

April 25th was Anzac Day, and this year marked the centenary of the landings in Gallipoli. 
So we got up at 5am and trotted along to the RSL in Tanilba Bay, the next town to ours, for the dawn service. An RSL is a Returned Servicemen's League and most reasonably sized towns have one. They are the equivalent to the British Legion but are run very successfully with restaurants, bars, gaming rooms and sports facilities so are thriving unlike the Legions in Britain.
The commemorations are real family events and, there is an expectation that everyone will attend a service. There were hundreds of people there, which was pretty remarkable as it was a 5.45 am start and most residents had suffered a long week of flooding and property damage and many still had no power after the storm.
The service was excellent, the RAAF were in attendance from Williamtown, the local airport where they are based, and there were readings from local ex servicemen and our local Worrimi elder, John Wridgeway sang the national anthem. 
This was followed by breakfast (free for veterans and only $1 for everyone) else in the RSL with a few beers, then a parade.
It was particularly moving to see the fire service, coastal rescue and all the other voluntary services who had worked flat out for the previous week tirelessly helping people who were flooded out, removing trees from houses and gardens and clearing roads etc in the parade marching with their medals on their uniforms and it gave everyone an opportunity to applaud them.
Once the parade was over it was back to the RSL to play 2 Up. Anzac Day is the only day it is legal to play 2 Up in Australia, it is a game of absolutely no skill, as far as I can see, where two coins are placed on a piece of wood and thrown into the air and everybody bets on whether they come down as two heads, one head one tail and so on. This then carries on as one big party for the rest of the day.