This house is no longer a home

        Truth be told I'd known what was happening long before I'd been told, wives usually do. At first it hurt but I soon realised somethings are not worth fighting for. Initially I wanted to stay in the familiarity of this house, with its proximity to my work and friends, and all the memories of my children growing up, but then I received a job offer on the other coast that was everything I'd ever wanted, I couldn't turn the job down. I mean, a new life in a new town, better pay and conditions, opportunities like that don't turn up very ofter at my time of life! So when I received a nasty letter from soon to be Ex and miss fancy pants demanding I move out of  my home I sent  a nice reply saying it was all arranged and I would be leaving in six weeks time. Would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when that letter was received.

         I've cleaned the place from top to bottom, everything is spick and span, my personal stuff is all packed and ready to ship. I'm having a big get together of all my friends and neighbours tonight, we'll clear out the last of the food in the freezer and have a big b-b-q and a big bonfire to clear the garden rubbish before I leave in the morning,  I have just one thing left to do.

           There is a tradition round here that when a child is born, the placenta is buried in a  place that will be special to that child. A tree is planted so the childs' soul knows where home is.  When the twins were born twenty five years ago we buried the after birth in the paddock and planted a scarlet flowering gum tree on top

            So please excuse me as I fire up the chainsaw, the gum tree will be on tonights bonfire, this house is no longer a home.