So we've arrived - haven't met the Queen yet, but it's only been four days. It has been an absolute harried wreck of a time but so far, so good. Sort of.... The corporate housing we're in is lovely and large but it's not wheelchair/pushchair friendly so I have to haul our heavy Phil & Ted double dash up seven stairs to come in and out. Other than that things are good.
Fen starts his new position this afternoon and I'm a bit worried about being alone but I'm sure I'll be fine. Cate's toys have yet to arrive (as well as my computer) so she's a bit bored. I've got her in daycare for a few hours a day so she can go out and play because it rains.... a lot... everyday. Don't know why that's a surprise but it is.
I'm at an internet cafe so I haven't much time but I've got tales of the packing which nearly sent me over the edge - they packed EVERYTHING. I put my coffee mug down to answer the phone and they packed it - dirty! I wonder if they even tossed the remaining coffee out first. And that's just the beginning!
But we're sorting ourselves out - meeting with estate agents tomorrow and Friday. Things are frightfully expensive so we're probably not going to be as conservative as we originally planned. I cannot live in a tent as I previously mentioned - no matter how handy I am with a campfire and pen knife.
Must run, left Fen with the two kids who were both gearing up for a good crying jag. HOpe he's still in one piece. More soon....