We now have..

... no house, no car and no job - its like being back in the early 1980's (bit of social comment there).

The packers really were efficient but a little over zealous several things that should have gone on the plane with us got packed up and shipped - namely cuddly toys, various household items & Hattie (sure she'll be fine - there were holes in the top of the box). Once the house was empty it reinforced the idea that it really was the right time to leave because it was evident that every room was in need of decorating.

We will be going on line early tomorrow morning to choose our seats on the plane ready for the flight on Tuesday. As we are flying on a Boeing 777 it might be advisable to get a seat near the toilets - especially if the landing is like the one at Heathrow last week. In fact, it is probably the best time to go on a 777 as they will be carrying out pretty extensive safety checks this week - well thats what we are telling the kids anyway.


Luckily, my send off at work was very low key and I managed to get out without anyone noticing me - due in the most part to the fact that I left the building at the same time as Elvis. They very kindly bought me an England cricket shirt and hat as leaving presents - quite whether I'm brave enough to wear them when I go to the WACA ground is debateable. At least the Aussie cricket team have managed to find losing ways to make me feel at home.

As I write this on Saturday evening I am still trying to compehend the fact that Doncaster Rovers have beaten Leeds Utd at Elland Road for the first time ever. Unbelievable.
Next week I might have to stay up until 1am to listen to Sports Report through the internet. Rather disturbingly, Wendy has discovered she can watch Coronation Street on line - apparently there is no escape.

Apparently, we are getting word back that many of you are struggling to work out how to post comments about the blog. We have set our best IT boffins on the case and will look to report back with our initial report within the next 6 months. I should point out however that someone who is old enough to remember Dick Barton has figured out how to do it, so how hard can it be.


Right, not sure if we'll manage to post another message before we go - so the next one could well be from oz. I have decided to take a stab at beating David Boons world record for in flight lager consumption on the journey - something like 52 cans. I either go for that or try to join the mile high club... the lager it is then.