Ta da! Here I am . . . the last to show up at the party! Heather and Liz have already started posting, whilst (England is rubbing off on me already) Iâ€™ve been conspicuous by my absence. In fact, the only reason that youâ€™re getting this little missive from me at all is because I happily remembered to grab my laptop before we ran out on some errands, and Iâ€™m typing in the car. (Iâ€™m not the one driving by the way. You can feel safe in the knowledge that I would never attempt to type and drive on the left at the same time. On the right however . . . . well thatâ€™s another story. ) If I can manage to snaffle a passing wireless network as we cruise along then this might actually get posted.
Weâ€™ve just moved into our house, and Iâ€™ve been unpacking for the last few days. I should add that â€œunpackingâ€ here is being used in a very loose sense . . . . we arrived at an unfurnished house with only what we could carry with us on the airplane. Of course, with seven peopleâ€™s maxed-out limit of luggage, that actually amounted to a mountain of stuff which, when piled up together in the airport, was so enormous that you half expected to see King Kong standing at the top, swatting at bi-planes. But divide that pile by seven people, and then spread that through an entire house, and it turns out to be not quite as massive as it seemed at first. What Iâ€™m trying to say is that when I speak of unpacking my kitchen, that basically amounts to one Read More