We have:
Demolished most of the kitchenette downstairs in the rumpus room (L-shaped bench and the cupboards underneath) to make room for the old entertainment unit.
Moved the old entertainment unit (yeah, that bloody great thing ^) from the lounge room, out along the front path, down the precipitous driveway, through the garage into the backyard and then back in to the rumpus room.
Moved two huge bookshelves to make space for a clothes rack in our bedroom.
Shifted another bookshelf from one end of the lounge room to the other.
Taken a car full of rubbish to the tip.
Put up the Christmas tree and laid out all the other decorations.
Found the missing Advent Calendar that I made when Dave and Cait were tiny.
And then went out for dinner at Lowenbrau.
Adam and I both ache all over from the books and furniture moving, but ye gods it feels good to have that wretched entertainment unit out of the way. It had been sitting where the tree is now, across in front of the window, for most of this year. Suddenly my lounge room feels twice as big as it did.
Mim's Muddle 
omg Trogdor shirt! Ahahaha. :)I do rather think that R2 looks smashing in the hat; could I perhaps recommend a wig for your special little Dalek? They rock that look, let me tell you.
TROGDOR!!!!!!!!!*ahem*Congrats on doing so much over the weekend!
How refreshing to have a cleanout. DH and I talked about one int he weekend. Yet to spring into action.Love that action shot of the kids.
Go, Mim! That’s a lot of work!That picture of the kids laughing is so sweet.
Your book cases are my dream come true. My books are all piled up in the corner and along the walls. Thanks for the christmas messages and hope that you have a great time. Your home looks so lovely and Christmassy (I´ve put my on hold as things are just too stressful. Next year). Maybe I´ll bump into you when I am in Sydney.
I think we have the exact same Christmas tree. And the exact same lights. And the exact same decorations. Hung in the exact same kid style.My hairdresser asked me what theme I was going with for our Christmas tree. His is black, apparently. “Kids’ tackiness,” I replied.It’s glorious.