Airing the dirty laundry

When I get back to Melbourne, we've decided that we'd like to move into a bigger house. We've got plans and dreams and hopes and lice and our little place is feeling a bit crowded.We want a place that's fairly big but close to the city that isn't too expensive. I've been wondering if anything big enough for us will be crazy expensive so my thoughts have started to turn towards building a place that is perfect for our current and future wants and needs.

Architectual Floorplan

Cara was massively excited about the plans and so we were discussing it in detail:

Adam the adventurous: "... and here's a plus, we can hire monkeys to build it for us."

Cara the concerned: "Con! You can't motorbike up a branch."

Adam the awesome: "Pro! Can throw stones at our neighours, if we get their help getting them into the massive treehouse. Stones are heavy."

Cara the country girl: "Con! I can't lift my equipment up into a treehouse."

Adam the amazing:" "Pro! If we want fruit, we can just reach out the window and grab a peach or an apple. If it's a fruit tree."

Cara the curr: "Con! Builder Monkeys?"

Adam the adamant: "Pro! Wombats can do our chores and Possums can magic our errands."

Cara the complainy: "Con! We'll be blown down in the first gust of wind."

Adam the articulate: "Pro! We can poo in a bucket and pulley it down, then collect fresh water from a nearby lake or swimming pool. Efficient!"

Even though we were both very fierce in our ideals, we're a totally strong and loving couple and so eventually decided on a compromise of doing exactly everything that I wanted.

You're all massively invited to our housewarming. BYO beers/bonfires.

It's a great day for people/treehouse relations.