I may have to see someone about it
Something strange has happened. That big scary plane has taken away my Quebecois-French accent and replaced it with something that sounds plain funny. My voice goes up at the end of sentences for a start.
I may have to see someone about it
Sat on our new sofa, in our new place, Albie sat in-between us, glass of champagne in hand, we felt pretty relaxed.
It was fantastic to be in our own space, and re-united with the boy.
I got up and went to the loo.
Closing the bathroom door, I saw something move around the door frame. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something else move the other side of the frame...
I am writing this from...
...home! Not a holiday apartment, but home!
We moved in on Wednesday; however it wasn't without it's share of drama. More on that later...
So, apart from the main mission that was finding a place to live, we seem to have been out and about quite a bit (and poor T is trying to work as well - cue some late nights from him.)
Our new place was unfurnished; therefore buying furniture was high on the cards, mainly a bed and something to sit on; the rest we could sort out later. We also needed to buy a fridge. Seeing one we liked, we nearly ordered it but then remembered the cove in the kitchen had looked pretty small, so we asked the agent if we could return to the apartment and measure up. It was a good job we did this as the fridge we liked was 70cm wide...and the gap was...70cm wide. Rethink the fridge strategy. But we found one, in the end, after many more hours of searching of fridges on the internet. I can safely say fridge searching is as exciting as it sounds...
In addition to the fridge, we were looking for a bed which we could use for the next few months until our belongings arrive from Montreal, and which could then go into the spare room as a bed for guests.
We thought about a futon, but it proved to be pretty hard to find a place in Sydney; they all seemed to be based in Melbourne. We found a couple of suppliers but one didn't have the bed we wanted in stock, and on further enquiry wouldn't be getting anymore in. The other futon supplier wouldn't be able to ship one out for a couple of weeks.
In one of the many furniture stores we went to we thought we had found an ideal sofa bed but then discovered it wouldn't be delivered until mid August!
We have been 'down under' for 10 days...I have no idea where all those days have gone though! There was I, thinking now we had set foot on Australian soil I would be writing more regularly, and yet another week has gone since my last post.
Our bodies are finally getting used to the time difference. The jet lag for the first days was...well, full on; 'What's going on? Why is night day and the day night?!!' jet lag.
On our first night here on Thursday we were in bed asleep by 6pm, but then were wide awake at 2am, so we got up and had a cup of tea (very English) then went back to bed 5am and slept until 11am. Friday night, we managed to keep going until 10pm, but then when we woke at 2am Saturday morning we got up for a cup of tea...and then failed to get back to sleep again. Saturday was a groggy day to say the least! After that we continued to wake up around 2am for the next few nights but the desire to stay in bed and doze won over cups of tea until we stopped waking up at that time and slept right through until...6am!
It has been another week since I wrote, sorry.
We landed in Sydney last Thursday morning, hit the ground running...and have been running ever since. But finally, I am able to sit down and take some time to write and post...
We arrived at Heathrow for our flight pretty groggy after the events of the previous night - so much for our plans of a relatively fresh start before twenty-odd hours of travelling- it had been a manic couple of weeks, so we were never going to be bursting with energy, but still, it would have been nice to have had a reasonable nights sleep...
But back to Heathrow.
We arrived early - 4 hours before our flight was due to leave - images of our stressful initial, will-we-make-it flight out to Montreal still playing in our minds. T dropped me and our six bags (+ surfboard) off at terminal 5 and then went to give the hire car back. Driving up to the drop off point at the terminal, we noticed a sign for Avis car rental return which we had never seen previously, so before he headed off to the car rental return main place in the deepest darkest depths of the Heathrow maze, he thought he would just check if he could drop the car off at terminal 5.
Strolling back 45 minutes before I expected him to return to me and our pile of bags, it turned out he could.
If only they had been there a couple of years ago, saved us the stress of that Montreal flight.
Turns out they have always been there....
Well, it's something to note for future reference: Avis have a car rental place situated at Terminal 5.
Before I begin on the next part of out tour of England, I would like to apologize for my spelling in the last post - I blame the jet lag and trying to type a post in the short space of free time...
There is no saying wether this post will be any better - the reason for this bout of tired-head-fuzziness, you will find out later on in this post...
The Wirral tried to give us more sunshine, but failed.
But it wouldn't feel like England if we didn't have the rain, and I wouldn't feel English if I had no weather issues to tell you about!