Craic Den

Well, yesterday the shippers came and put all of our stuff into a shipping container and hauled it off to the port. The poor chap from the removal company was on his own and he worked hard to get it all boxed up and then into the container. At least someone turned up to help him with the heavy stuff at the last minute. I keep on going around the house, paranoid he missed something, or worse packed something he shouldn't - like the visas or passports! Also paranoid that customs are going to swarm all over our stuff and find the packet of tea I sneaked into our kitchen stuff...
So now Keith and I are living in our version of a crack den. We have our mattress on the floor, a portable tv on a chair and our laptop. That's it. It does feel a bit "Trainspotting" and keep joking we have to sell the TV for our next fix.
We both had a trip home last week to see our parents. I had a great time. The weather was lovely and we had lots of nice walks, ate cream teas, had a couple of BBQs and visited my grandparents. Its always odd when you have a really lovely time and it makes you twice as sad when you leave. I was fine until I got home and into bed and suddenly I felt really sad and had a little cry but a quick hug and I was fine. I guess you are never too old too miss your mummy and daddy.
We are just marking time now, saw the solicitor today about the sale of the house, I popped to ENT to get my hearing aid checked out for the last time. Now all we have to do is hang in our crack den, go to the cinema, visit friends and generally be lazy. Its nice, having laziness forced upon you. Not used to it.
Hoping to get on the net pretty fast in Oz. Even if I can get a dongle - not sure how they will be about using the pc at work. Another thing to figure out......