So this is what happened…

In approximately a week’s time my beloved and I were set to pack our lives into suitcases, give our house keys to some select strangers in return for rent money, and move to the United States of America. Boston, in fact.

One however can not always foresee the visa application process not following its intended course.

Still our fact finding mission in November last year threw light on a number of interesting points of note I thought I’d share with you – just in case you yourself are about to embark on a similar endeavour.

1) At the car hire place, when offered a free upgrade to a mini van, take it. Your choice of car (although completely adorable and, if you think about it, really quite funny…) means your husband will look like this. All week.

Neil standing next to 'The Beast'

2) When an estate agent tries to sell you a ‘ranch house’, and your mind conjures up a whole host of romantic and whimsical images of skipping through pastures green whilst the cattle graze on yonder hillock – they really mean a wooden bungalow. On a main road. Next to a gas station.

Ranch House in Newton, MA.

3) Ovens are HUGE. Even the little ones. This one was used exclusively at Thanksgiving and Christmas and for the remaining period as useful storage for an overflow of crockery.  This is not unusual. (Point of note – this is the kitchen we removed from our old house in England and we have seen many times since. Did everyone own this kitchen at one time or another?).

The omnipresent kitchen

4) A ‘full disclosure’ is normally provided with every house viewing (or ‘showing’ as our friends across the pond would have it).

Expect information to be forthcoming

5) A garden or ‘yard’ is normally only considered the domain of people with pets or children. Otherwise a deck for the purpose of ‘grilling with friends’ is thought sufficient.

An example of a deck. Perhaps not the best.

6) If you’re posh you frequent Starbucks. If you wear a Burberry hat at a jaunty angle and drive a modified motor vehicle, Dunkin’ Donuts is considered your crib.

The sun shines on the Woburn ('Wooburn') Dunkin'

7)  If One is employed in public services, work must be carried out during daylight hours.

Please note: an actor was used for purposes of re-enactment. This photograph does not represent a true occurrence.

8 ) Unfortunately my dry wit was ill received as it transpires no one has ever heard of Duncan Goodhew.

Local Reading store

9) You can travel half way across the globe, but still end up right back where you started.

En route

10) See.

Welcome to Reading, MA.

Reading, MA. high street.

11) They even have the same newspaper…

The Reading Chronicle

12) Our mini adventure ended with a trip to the beach at sunset where we watched as the plane that would take us home landed, ate chips, and froze ourselves to death. Just like England really.

Plane coming in to land at Logan airport

True Brit enjoying some bracing sea air.

Only a little bit different.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to my Husband.

That’s two of us now a year away from the big ‘3’ ‘0’. Depressingly it will always be me that reaches these milestones first and the toy boy won’t let me forget it.

I am finding that this age offers interesting juxtapositions. A happy afternoon was spent recently hiding from each other in a box that the BBQ came in. Last night we held our postponed Christmas get together following the snow dump in December. This served as a useful reminder that my innards no longer hold up to the kind of abuse they used to quite so graciously. Happily, the scrummy home made welsh cakes my ‘sister from another mother’ made have supported my being this morning. After a healthily sized sausage sandwich.

I’m now trying to redeem myself with a herbal tea.

P.S.  I got Neil a new alarm clock today, the box it came in pictured below. I have to admit there were reasons other than functionality for buying it.

Thanks

Leaving cards

To all of my mad ex colleagues,

Thanks for my balloons, the explosion of pink on my desk,  my ‘I O U M Y M A S S Y’ banner (didn’t like to admit that took me a while), my Michelin restaurant afternoon tea voucher and other random lovely bits, my customised hoodie (which is not only pink but a stroke of genius), for  some great cards including a special handmade one from Joshua, for wearing star shaped sunglasses and making me laugh so hard my sides hurt, for whipping me at bowling (’6′ is a good score…) and for a top night out!

May you continue to get planning, but don’t let planning get you.

Keep in touch x

“Don’t forget to give me a ring….”

Something I quite often shout up the stairs to Neil in the morning as I fly out of the door to work, mostly when a decision needs to be made about when the electrician should come, whether we should have sausage and mash when Amanda comes round for dinner, or if I should buy some more matt varnish at lunchtime…

I never really thought he might take my request quite literally…

For our summer hols this year, me and the boy went to Hong Kong, Phuket and Bangkok – and I have to say it was mega! I can’t really decide on my favourite bit, although our day at Victoria Peak in Hong Kong was particularly memorable I have to say….

It started out with us taking the extortionately priced Star Ferry (return ticket for 30p) across to Hong Kong Island from Kowloon (the central island of Hong Kong where we were staying).

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We ventured through the ‘downtown’ business district where there are some truly awesome sky scrapers. I loved this one which looks like Koalas are hugging it…

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Ooh – and also the notorious ‘Bank of China’, disliked immensely by locals for its angular design which is thought to reflect bad ‘feng shiu’ onto other buildings.

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After winding our way through the various parks and squares of Hong Kong Island, we eventually found the funicular railway station and caught a train up to ‘The Peak’ which tilts you at a most exciting angle (27 degrees up a 48% hill apparently).

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Once at the top we admired some spectacular views across the city… shame it was a bit misty though!

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We took quite a long walk around the circumference of the mountain to check out some of the millionaires’ pads, and I found amusement in how polite even the most necessary of public notices are….

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We found a bench with another breath taking view – although the situation of the bench was slightly less picturesque…

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Following which Neil had a funny 5 mins…

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And I pretended to be a waterfall…

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By this time we had built up quite an appetite, so found a lovely place that served some great wine and grub and latterly we sauntered on to a watering hole where I found a lush Cosmopolitan…

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Then it got dark. This is when Hong Kong comes alive (seriously shops don’t open until 11am, but the equivalent of Robert Dyas opens till midnight), so we went to take some photos of the skyline…

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And then Neil tied his laces …. although actually he didn’t.

Instead he produced a ring, which was then followed by some nice words. Unfortunately neither Neil nor I can remember what those nice words were (of course this had nothing to do with the drink), but we assume the outcome was positive as within seconds (and I mean seconds) of a ring being produced it was on my finger.

Neil is already planning to cash in on the counselling offered as part of our wedding insurance… he did ask!!

Here is the beaut…!

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Now, normally I have an aversion to camera tripods, but I set my differences aside momentarily so we could get proof that what had actually happened – happened (note the look of shock on Neil’s face – and what is wrong with my hair!!). This was just in case Neil changed his mind overnight, hid the ring and told me I had dreamt it…

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But he didn’t.  This is me the morning after the night before, at my happiest as I am pictured with two of my most favourite possessions (both purchased for me by the boy – what a star) … a very shiny diamond and GHD hair straightners.

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If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is!

Sticky Stuff

Seven days seems like a long time having not put fingers to keyboard here and I’ve missed it.

Indeed, it has just been one of those most irritating sort of weeks where there has always been something demanding my immediate attention - leaving me absolutely no provision for carrying out any essential maintenance tasks such as eyebrow sculpting, moisturising  elbows or engaging in full body exfoliation (my plan is I don’t have to give up cream cakes if occasionally I can just ’sand’ bits off my person). I have however become resigned to the fact that in times such as these you just have to let yourself go a little, so this week I’ve made do with a bit of lip balm and avoided unflattering lighting….

Plus moustaches are ‘hot’ this season according to my friend Hannah (pity she was talking about Tom Seleck at the time)…

The major disappointment of this week however, is that despite my apparent busyness I have relatively little to show for my hard graft apart from a Telecommunications Register, a half finished essay and a stunning Shepards Pie with sweet potato and baked beans (not to blow my own trumpet – in a hypothetical sense of course)….

In fact I was probably of most use at the Doctors yesterday morning when I took on the role  of ‘Phlebotomist Guinea Pig’, allowing (clearly a student) nurse perform what was possibly her first ever blood test. In all fairness to the girl, she did pretty well achieving three of those little test tubes full of my red stuff (forever disappointed it doesn’t come out blue) although her technique did have a little to be desired…

“Right I’m going to put this needle in your arm”

“ok…”

“You will feel a sharp prick….”

<She inserts needle into my arm and starts drawing blood>

….”Now”.

I have to admit to being a little confused as to whether this was a delayed reaction on her part or mine - but still my very smiley and enthusiastic nurse did give me the biggest lump of cotton wool you have ever seen to mop up her efforts, and secured it well with a healthy amount of surgical tape to boot. Indeed, my most impressive dressing survived 2 full blown washes AND a bath, and probably still had enough life in it to undergo some serious pressure hosing without peeling away at the edges. This morning however, I was painfully forced to remove most of my nurse’s proud creation with some cuticle scissors as my long sleeved blouse wouldn’t fit over the small woollen hillock protruding from my upper arm…

Unfortunately this was a task a little more easily said said than done, and I’ve had to leave some of the excess binding in certain places where the tape and my skin have formed a special relationship with each other – particularly about my elbow - so after a lot of yelping and a few tears, I have decided to let them part company on their own terms.

There is no point forcing the issue. 

So all in all that has been my week which has seen me a little stressed, a little unkempt, and develop a whole new respect for medical students armed with anything adhesive…

I’m just glad that (given I was wearing my favourite jacket)  I’m old enough my bright young nurse didn’t feel the need to give me an ‘I have been brave’ sticker.

Wonder how long it would have taken me to get that off….

   

A promised post

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Iain: “This is probably going to end up on your blog isn’t it”.

Yep.

Today Iain celebrated managing to survive two whole summers with us in ‘Planning Policy’ which, along with all of the obvious benefits of gaining solid work experience, has been useful in providing further confirmation that upon leaving University, Iain does not wish to pursue a Planning career.

We’re not doing very well, two other students who’ve left us said the same…

Mr Lock will be most missed for upping the ‘young people’ numbers, providing car park companionship for my small blue hatchback, being as rubbish as me at map reading (meaning several return visits to some sites), for having a healthy regard of Wellingtonia Avenue and the fact that ‘Nine Mile Ride’ is really that long- and his extensive knowledge of the Molly Millars area was truly impressive.

For his leaving gift Iain received a mug with pictures of a Wokingham Industrial Estate on it, with which he seemed genuinely delighted.

As good an indication as any…. it was time to leave the Planning Office.

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