... but they were OK. Again, thankfully short and sweet, to the point where I'm wondering if I am being a bit heartless. But it's not like we're never coming back to Blighty.
Two good friends of ours gave us St. Christophers, which was very touching. That was this evening, moments before we left the town we have called home for the past 5 years. I doubt we'll ever live in that town again though, which is a bit disconcerting.
The past few weeks have been manic, sorting visas, rabies jabs, packing, attending courses at my other "Job", and of course moving out. This weekend was very busy, speed-loading and un-loading a Luton van, in between rattling up and down the M6, engine screaming as I stupidly
kept trying to drive the van like my coupe car. Not particularly successful, but I did get the van back in time.
Apologies to those who were on the M6 on Saturday...
My evil twin has took some stuff of us to store, and when I turned up at 10pm to unload a sofa bed, his expansive, comfortable sofa and well-stocked beer fridge nearly kept me there until morning. But I managed to refuse a cold-one, instead hauling myself back into the van and down to Stoke and the in-laws, where we are now living for the next 2 weeks.
Which brings me to now, sitting here at the in-laws, drinking a beer and tapping on their lap-top. It's the first time I've really had a minute, and even now Mrs Grasshopper is stressing about who she is going to see when before we leave in a couple of weeks.
Me- no stress at all. It's still not sunk in we're off...
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