It was time to pack for another of my bi-annual trips to New York.
Out came my trusty Tumi ladies suitcase which has seen many miles.
Out came Agnes the puppy to see what was going on.
And out came a little puddle of piddle into my suitcase. Marking her territory perhaps but still really not ideal. It makes answering the question about liquids in my luggage a bit tricky!
We’re still house training it would appear.
Off to New York with a little bit of Agnes coming with me.
It would appear it’s time to rebuild the back wall… Hmmm, Agnes B Tailwagger.
Suddenly it’s the end of January.
We’ve had Agnes for a month and a month of puppy mayhem has ensued. She’s lovely but as daft as a three month old puppy can be.
We’ve had business meetings which could change the future. And it looks as though we’re selling the Little House Above the Boulangerie.
On Sunday I’m off to New York for one of my usual trips and then it’s February with the birth of Letad on the horizon.
It’s been an interesting start to the year. I wonder what February will bring?!
After a day of carrying suitcases and helping to assemble flat pack furniture, I set off back to London. Back to work tomorrow.
The sun was shining and Exeter was looking lovely. Daffodils were coming up and crocus were almost out. Spring hopefully isn’t far off.
Having said that, I’m off to New York next Sunday where it seems they’ve had several feet of snow…
In the meantime hopefully things will go well in Exeter before we return in a few weeks to spend a weekend.
Having helped move my parents into their new flat in Exeter for the next few months, I checked into a local guest house for the night.
It was the last single room in the whole of Exeter as it seemed it was graduation and quite honestly I was lucky to find anything.
I had to laugh as it was fairly basic…
I’m not complaining though as it seems I have everything I need within arm’s reach of the bed.
How lucky is that?
This week my parents arrived from Australia to see how they feel about the UK. It was good planning as they left in summer (40 degrees) and landed in winter (-3 degrees). It was noticeably colder!
Jet lag is a cruel beast and certainly takes it toll on even the most robust. The flight from Australia is a brutal thing with over 22 hours of flying, stopping off in Asia and not something I’ve wanted to do from the UK.
It takes time to transition, from summer to winter, from a different time zone and from a different culture.
I remember how I felt homesick when I arrived from LA and cried on my first night. Still things always look better with sleep, food and central heating.