I've handed in my resignation at work and am hoping to finish on the 18th January, we are looking to exchange on the house at the same time. If every thing goes to plan we will be able to fly out some time the week after depending on flight availability, BAA strikes, the weather, the position of the moon in Uranus and whether Doncaster Rovers win away from home.
We are now going to enjoy one last (quiet) christmas in York... Wendy says she can't wait for Santa to turn up with his bulging sack.
The Aussie rules football training has gone into overdrive - me and George have been out on the knavesmire at every opportunity with a rugby ball in our vests and very tight shorts practising all the moves. I'm not sure whether it's the fact that the temperature has dipped below zero or that the shorts have cut off the blood circulation but my legs keep turning blue.
Right, I'm off to the garage to see if I can get Wendy a Christmas present - not sure she liked the engine oil she got for her birthday, might get her some screen wash this time.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year