Got an email from (ex) work today asking how the retirement was going... Pretty well I thought! So far, have been Christmas shopping and actually bought something, got a haircut and been "out" for a coffee and it's all taken me just over four days. Yea, winding down nicely.
As you may have guessed, we are now both officially unemployed (Again! For those of you who remember our famous camper-van excursion...) and are putting the final pieces in place for the big move. Isy had a rather fancy work Christmas party to go to the evening of her departure which she liked to think of as her personal leaving do. I on the other hand stuck to the traditional curry and a couple of beers with the chaps in the office during a slightly less productive Friday afternoon. (This to be followed by one or two more sherberts next week. Nice.)
The flat is now on the market and every Saturday around 1:00pm we get kicked out by the estate agent while potential tenants come round to check the place out. No takers yet but it's early doors and all the signs are we'll have a couple of fresh-out-of-college mental alcoholics with more money than sense living in the place soon *shudder*
We've also had our T-cartons delivered for shipping our stuff over. How on earth we're going to fill 45 cubic feet and approx 350Kgs worth of boxes I don't know especially as we're leaving all the furniture behind (Read next weeks posting to find out how no doubt). I'm sure it will be a very strange feeling writing Sydney, Australia on the side of each :-) Question: When it says this way up, is that in England or Australia? It's got me all muddled...
Anyway, the dinners on. Gotta go.
