Well, in 3 weeks time we will have just taken off, and will be wending our slow and steady way over to the other side of the world. Which reminds me I really must get to the quacks for some sedatives - don't fly without them kids!
The first week or so in London at the old folks' home has gone well. We went down to the west country for the weekend to catch up with a few folk - thank you very much for your hospitality wurzels. A word to the wise - if you ever find yourself in the Plymouth travelodge on a friday night take either a - earplugs, b - sedatives, or c - the will to stay awake until about 4 am. I had none of the above and was about ready to burn down the local bar at about 2am.
We've had a few cat updates from their new family, and they're doing really well by all accounts. We're still missing them very much, but at least I've now stopped crying about it (for those of you who know me well, imagine all the tears you've ever seen me shed, add them all together, and you'll just about be able to picture the state of me the day the kittens left us).
So still a few boxes to sort through, plenty more people to see. I'm just about to send out an email to everyone letting them know that I'm doing this blog, so let's expect a bit of pisstaking too shall we?
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21 days to go, eh? Is that when we find out what 'wending' is....
Anon. xxxx
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