It's been quite a hectic 5 weeks since my last post, I'll try to break it down into a few posts, but here we are, in our converted pub in Bury.
It's wonderful to have more space in the house than we had in High Wycombe. That house served a purpose very well for us for a time, but we had outgrown it, and once we move everything into this house - there's plenty still in storage in Wycombe - we'll most probably fill it. We don't have a garden here, just a small backyard, but the silver lining is at least I don't have to mow anything! We have a small park across the road, and a much bigger park 10 minutes walk away, so it's not like there's nowhere for Lara to play.
The moving week was hard work for everyone, with Olga and Luda packing things up at home and me driving backwards and forwards in a big transit van. I covered 1400 miles in a week, and in the middle of that we had a day in London to collect our Canadian Permanent Resident visas and watch some Olympic basketball.
On the Big Move Day, Friday 10th August, the weather was lovely, and as expected the timescales slipped and rather than leave at 10am, Lara and I left in the van at 1pm. Our movers had left at 10am, with all our big items (and £40 from Olga's purse, which wasn't something we'd asked them to move). A hot air balloon came right overhead, so close we could hear when they fired up the burner, Lara loved that. I could not have squeezed a box of matches into the back of the van by the time we left. The two previous round trips I'd made that week had been clear of traffic jams, but of course it had to be on a hot, Friday afternoon with a 4 year old that someone decided to crash on the M6 northbound, which turned a journey that had been taking 3 hours into a 5 1/2 hour marathon. Lara was brilliant all the way though, only briefly complaining abut being stuck in a traffic jam, she was probably more patient than me!
We're still a long way from being settled in, there are plenty of boxes that need unpacking, and the office is a long way from being ready, but the laptops are set up, and after 3 weeks of grief with BT we finally have broadband. It took a week longer than that to get Infinity installed, but now that it's here, it's twice as quick as the Infinity we had in High Wycombe, we're up to 67Mbps here, for those who are interested.
Olga and I have managed one night out in Bury so far, and a couple of trips to the local pub, just across the road. We have a convenience store 50 metres in one direction from our front door, and a chinese takeaway 50 metres in the other direction, and the best thing is, we're not living on a hill! No steps up to the house, no hill to climb on the way back from the shop or the pub, it's heaven!
I'll post more about Danny & Lara soon.. much to tell!
It's wonderful to have more space in the house than we had in High Wycombe. That house served a purpose very well for us for a time, but we had outgrown it, and once we move everything into this house - there's plenty still in storage in Wycombe - we'll most probably fill it. We don't have a garden here, just a small backyard, but the silver lining is at least I don't have to mow anything! We have a small park across the road, and a much bigger park 10 minutes walk away, so it's not like there's nowhere for Lara to play.
The moving week was hard work for everyone, with Olga and Luda packing things up at home and me driving backwards and forwards in a big transit van. I covered 1400 miles in a week, and in the middle of that we had a day in London to collect our Canadian Permanent Resident visas and watch some Olympic basketball.
On the Big Move Day, Friday 10th August, the weather was lovely, and as expected the timescales slipped and rather than leave at 10am, Lara and I left in the van at 1pm. Our movers had left at 10am, with all our big items (and £40 from Olga's purse, which wasn't something we'd asked them to move). A hot air balloon came right overhead, so close we could hear when they fired up the burner, Lara loved that. I could not have squeezed a box of matches into the back of the van by the time we left. The two previous round trips I'd made that week had been clear of traffic jams, but of course it had to be on a hot, Friday afternoon with a 4 year old that someone decided to crash on the M6 northbound, which turned a journey that had been taking 3 hours into a 5 1/2 hour marathon. Lara was brilliant all the way though, only briefly complaining abut being stuck in a traffic jam, she was probably more patient than me!
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