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.

Playing in the Potting Shed

I am at the moment very privileged to be working with the extremely talented Emma Lappin, and despite being the subject of much renovation, last weekend I was allowed in the ‘Potting Shed’ to see where the magic happens!

Emma is quite cutting edge in her approach to floristry and occasionally employs the services of resident stunt riders to contrast the beauty of her floral designs with a gritty urban vibe.

I think it works.

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Things are changing around here, and to coincide the blog is having a bit of an overhaul. So far this has involved changing the template to incorporate a fabric chicken and other random object d’art, but it’s a start.

This morning I woke up to find my euphorbia – my favourite plant – has decided to unveil its show piece after many months of wintry gloom! I was never really one for plants until I had my own garden, but now I get quite a thrill out of seeing that things have survived for another year….

…and that all concerns regarding a certain ‘Weedol’ incident so far remain unfounded.

Simple joys

I have a car.

Not a very big car but I love it for the simple fact that it means I can go anywhere I want, whenever I want, and I miss it dearly when it occasionally its checked in at the car doctors. Unfortunately this has been a little bit too frequent of late following a service, things being taken out, new bits being put back in and the odd bit of re-spraying after some delightful individual decided to make their mark with a particularly sharp object…3 times.

So although I love my car it has felt like it has been eating my money faster than I have been able to earn it.  For the time being therefore, I’m trying to be good, not giving in to that fabulous jacket thing I saw in the sale today (we totally bonded) and instead have thrown myself into finding appreciation in the simple pleasures of life. And this hasn’t been too hard at all actually. Today has been a rather good one where happiness has been…

Finding cherries for £1 for 2lbs in the fruit market

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Finding that even though my peg bag died I had just enough left over curtain material to whip up a new one

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White flowers in a jug on the kitchen window sill

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My much loved and much used Hummingbird Bakery cook book

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And the lovely banana loaf recipe that I have fallen in love with

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And what is more my husband comes home on Monday after a week away in Milwaukee and I can’t wait to see him. I’m totally good being on my own, but having him around is just so much funner!

Plus I have a bridesmaids dress to fit in next Saturday and when it comes to banana loaf (particularly warm with custard) I require supervision…

Mrs.

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Well, we did it!

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It still intrigues me as to the number of ways in which Neil and I differ from each other and yet still manage to coexist in abundant happiness. I for example and as (in Neil’s humble opinion) display reckless abandonment of crockery in the dishwasher and have no concept of the correct stacking procedure, whilst Neil (in my humble opinion) surprises me as to the number of things he can’t see and often requires ‘girl eyes’ to locate all manner of objects in drawers, wardrobes, sheds and the like.

To answer my own question however, I believe the origin of our ‘lots of smiling’ is that despite our numerous foibles, quirks and potential irritations, we just quite simply get on. This manifests itself on a daily basis as much giggling, bouncing, chatting – and I love nothing better than the time we spend each evening in the kitchen cooking dinner and having a good debate about whatever has come about during the day.

What has started to get me though is the number of times Neil and I say or think the same thing at the same time. It’s actually got to the point of ridiculous, and it’s a little bit freaky when the thing we’re thinking isn’t even relevant to a particular situation. Not sure how I can explain that one.

Neil and I both gave each other a card on our wedding day. Mine had a rustic heart on the front (much to my taste) and Neil’s had a ditty about a lucky biscuit (as you do). On opening these cards however the first lines both read ‘Well, we did it’.

And thank goodness we did.

I would like to thank everyone who could join us on the amazing day that the 8th May was and for all of the well wishes we received.

Also apologies about the rather soppy post, but if you can’t be soppy about your wedding day, when can you!

Be back soon.

This is (almost) it!

This is  (almost) it!

In less than 3 weeks I shall be married.

In less than 3 weeks I shall be wearing a shiny ring, will have probably drank far too much champagne, will have danced my first dance with my betrothed, will have executed on several occasions my ‘wedding smile’ which I have almost perfected now (getting just the right amount of teeth) and will even have a new name.

How weird.

Neil and I have been organising our wedding (although not continuously) for over a year now and all of a sudden it’s almost upon us.

I have to admit to succumbing to a certain amount of bridal stress during this time, for instance when there was a mix up with Groomsman’s ties, and they were made up in an exciting neon green material, when the shipping of my bridesmaid dress was delayed and then arrived, contrary to the photo,sporting sequins (SEQUINS! Seriously, what am I, from Basildon?). I shan’t even go into the drama of having to find an eight and ten year old plain ivory tights in April…I just couldn’t do it to you.

I think my problem is that I do have an element of the ‘perfectionist’ about me and find it slightly difficult to ‘let go’ sometimes. What I keep having to remind myself is to instead concentrate on the important stuff:

  1. I get to see all of my favourite people all at once for a whole day.
  2. There is going to be an opportunity to sing very loudly (I like singing…loudly).
  3. Neil is publically going to give me new jewellery in a church, at an Altar, before the Big Guy and is making lots of promises at the same which definitely must mean I get to keep it. If not he will be struck down for sure.
  4. Not only do I get to wear a new dress but I am allowed to eat food accompanied by gravy whilst wearing it.
  5. There is going to be a raffle. I like those. Particularly when I win the wine.
  6. Neil will have the opportunity to see my Mum throw her (somewhat unusual) shapes on the dance floor and can look forward to a time when I shall be doing exactly the same.
  7. There will be cake. Lots of cake. Thanks be to the person who said ‘where there is matrimony, let there be cake’! I like that person, they should come….
  8. Neil’s South African relatives said it’s traditional to give a Bride and Groom livestock.
  9. There is a honeymoon to look forward to, including a cultural tour on a Segway!
  10. And last but not least (of course) I get to marry Neil who is unreservedly my best friend and is the only person I can imagine wanting to call ‘my husband’ = awesome.

So hang the ribbon that might not be the exact shade of green I had in mind. It probably doesn’t matter either that we don’t have table runners, that I couldn’t find enough candle lanterns for all corners of the patio or that the Groomsman have ended up with Ivory ties.

That’s a wedding, and I’m getting married.

“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!

A Promised Post

If I achieve nothing else in this life, I shall at least try and keep my promises.

On his wedding day, as I sat lounging on a chair – a free glass of his bubbly in one hand and the remains of a chocolate torte in the other - Chris Maguire mentioned to me that it had been quite a while since I had last blogged. I responded by offering various excuses as to why this was so (all of which are quite legitimate), and promised him that my ‘come back post’ would  feature his special day. To be fair it was the least I could do sitting opposite a chap whose food I was so merrily scoffing…..

It was in this post last year that I featured ‘the ring’ given by Chris to my very good friend (and work colleague) Helen. On Saturday the 11th October of 2008 this fabulous couple married at St Nicholas’ Church in Worth, Crawley in the most glorious autumnal sunshine. It couldn’t have been a more perfect day, and despite Neil and I having mistakenly managed to book ourselves into a hotel 4 miles from the reception venue instead of the recommended one opposite, everything went without a hitch.

Helen of course looked stunning, as did her bridesmaids who I was informed beforehand were to wear ’Latte’. Knowing Helen has superior taste I wasn’t willing to question her decision, although I have to admit to being quite relieved when the bridal party teetered delicately down the aisle wearing dresses*.

Here is a picture of the happy couple having just signed up to a life of selective hearing and heated discussions over wallpaper samples…

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The reception was in a delightful barn kitted out with balloons, bubbles and lots of little glittery bits adorning the tables. The guests were also welcomed with their own place cards – the adults being given a tasteful ivy design – whilst Helen had thoughtfully catered for the children by decorating their cards with favourite motifs….

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The afternoon soon turned into evening… the cake was cut (and was delicious)…

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… and drinks were had. One thing led to another and….

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Enough said….

Thanks Helen and Chris for a top day/night! Wishing you every happiness in your lives together and hope you have a fantastic time in New Zealand!

* Author aware of sad ‘Dad’ joke. It won’t happen again I promise. I blame it on 2  and a half years of living with Neil.

Halfway update and a new obsession with root vegetables

Well here I am, at the half way mark of when my dissertation needs to be written by, and needless to say half a dissertation has not yet been written. Still, this was to be expected as anything even remotely related to me always takes the most unlikely of courses, so I would be a fool to think this would be any different. Indeed it has been a somewhat turbulent time since the end of May with joys and sadness in fairly equal amounts.

At the end of May we celebrated Neil’s Mum’s birthday with another trip to Vinopolis (which is becoming a bit of a favourite haunt of ours now), where I fell in love with a £40 bottle of Chateauneuf du Pape. Needless to say we had to part company at the ‘tasting table’, but I hope one day we will meet again.

Throughout June work on the garden has been in full swing with Neil and I having finally established gound level, and are very pleased to have taken our final van’s worth of weeds and rubble to the tip. Our modest patch of earth still does rather represent ‘the Somme’ with an added hint of ‘Auschwitz’, following the discovery of a barbed wire overhang belonging to a neighbour. I am hoping a well placed clematis may help resolve this issue, although I also have my eye on some bamboo we could use for screening that, when cut and dried, can also be fashioned into the most terrific pea shooter! In a sense this will be killing two birds with one stone – although it is not birds I intend to target with my hand crafted device – but rather next doors cat that keeps peeing on my alchemilla mollis.

The middle/end of June was largely consumed by some very sad news, as my favourite uncle Phil lost his life to Lymphoma. Needless to say it has been a bit of a rubbish time for everyone, and none of us can quite believe he is no longer here as his was such a big character.  In true Godfrey style however (my Mum’s side of the family) he got (and quoting the vicar) “a bloody good send off” as the church and get together after the funeral was packed with people wanting to share their memories of Phil . My Mum in particular recalled accounts of being left up trees and locked in the chicken shed by her big brother! Be good up there Phil – I know Granny won’t think you too old to give you a good clip around the ear…..!

And now it is July, it is raining, and I can’t believe that midsummer day has passed and its all downhill again from here! Still, our holiday is booked and so I am not short of things to look forward to, including the handing in of my dissertation and the receipt of my freedom. In the meantime I am taking stock, and as recent events have taught me, I have begun appreciating the everyday as you don’t know what might happen the next. With this state of mind, food shopping has again taken on an additional amusement value, in particular the root vegetable aisle.

Now I am not sure whether this is a recent occurence, whether the EU have relaxed their rules regarding vegetation perfection, or whether for comedy value those hard working polish people trudging away in the fields of deepest darkest Norfolk have let a few slip through, but amongst the box of sweet potatoes I have recently uncovered some interesting finds:

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Further proof I am not yet a grown up…

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Cleavage shot….

I fear this may turn in to a weekly feature.

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There is nothing like having a busy head to make you feel completely useless.

In the past week I have managed to fall on butt twice from not looking where I was going (one instance I was particularly grateful for being female as it involved a bollard), I have almost driven all the way home without remembering to turn my lights on, I have spelt my name incorrectly on official documents, forgotten my age during security checks, and have (on more than one account) performed the classic ‘make myself a cup of tea and then walk back to my desk and leave it in the kitchen’.    

It seems that now my life has reached its tipping point ( as I had predicted) I am now on ‘constant gallop’ mode with little time to slow down until I reach the finishing line. Indeed anything involving any sort of personal care or maintenance has fallen by the wayside, as I dress according to what’s on the back of the chair, I have worn wellingtons to work several days this week having not noticed, and the hair…well…is just not worth discussing. Fortunately my friend Helen thought I was going for more of a ‘punk look’…

I must however give credit where credit is due. Neil has been superb in picking up all of the balls as I drop them (metaphorically speaking of course), has been a demon at the ironing board and even managed to stifle his amusement to a faint whimper when I arrived at the front door - COVERED in mud - having slid down the front lawn, again, whilst not looking where I was going.

The boy’s done good.

On a different note, and one that makes the constant rain and grey skies seem far less gloomy, my friend James and his wife Rachel have just had a baby boy! Finlay (Muffin) Thomas Archbald Smith arrived into the world at 12:13 am on January the 18th and all reports suggest he is good and healthy. Congratulations to you both, I hope I get to meet Finlay soon!

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