Curtaintastic

Well, it's only taken us, erm, 6 months, but we finally have curtains up. Well, in one of our rooms at least.

Destination Belgium

On Sunday morning, fresh without any signs of a hangover, Sarah and I began packing her car and clearing out the last remaining contents of my house. It took us approx an hour to get everything into the car and to get the bikes and the rack on. Everything was going smoothly until I ventured upstairs to double check a few things in my "important documents" folder.

Going through the files, it was gradually dawning on me that my passport wasn't in its place. Shit! I double checked again. Still, no passport. Bugger!

It had to be in the car some where?? Now, I'm a wee bit obsessive when it comes to strapping bikes on cars. Better to be safe than sorry eh. The rack was so heavy with the bikes on it, and it would take way too long to remove them again, so we had to pull things out through the front of the car. Joy.





It wasn't until half the contents of the car were on the pavement, along with the hair that I was pulling out, that I discovered my passport in between some books. Oops. Sarah has the patience of a saint!

After this, I have to say that my central nervous system was on red alert. I was convinced that I was going to be doomed to a journey of endless looking in the rear mirror to check that the bikes were ok. After eyeballing the bikes for the 356th time, and reassuring myself that the 80mph winds weren't due for another 8 hours, I managed to relax and enjoy the ride with my girrel.

We made it into Belgium in good time and with the bikes still attached! Here are some pics from York and the move:

The River Ouse.

Breakfast at Betty's. Regardless of the weather, there's always a queue outside.

Where do I start?

Getting on the Tunnel.

After about 4 attempts and missing the actual Belgium sign, this was the best I could do!

My welcome home courtesy of my girrel.

My arse...

...is wet! Hold on, let me explain ;-)

My sofa left the building today. So I'm having to make do with no major furniture left in the house. I've been sleeping on the floor for the past week, and surprisingly it actually hasn't been that bad. That is, until tonight!

I've had the carpets professionally cleaned, but they're still wet. As I type this, I'm slightly concerned that I may get an electrical shock from my laptop that's sitting on the floor, so I'll keep this short.

To protect myself from further wetness, I've decided to perch upon a waterproof jkt. I'm cursing myself for taking my favourite red leather chair home to Dad's this weekend. Ah well...

Just in case anyone's worried - the cleaning is going really well considering I'm great at procrastinating. Tomorrow is kitchen day and I have a date with "Mr Muscle."

I'm now eating chocolate, goodnight!

P.S. I think Sarah is running a wager on how many new stains I put in the carpet before Sunday, if anyone is looking to make a quick buck!

Monday swan song

Whilst wandering downtown for my morning fix, it suddenly dawned on me that today is my last Monday in York.

The last time I had to visit the dreadful Tesco for a "big shop."

The last time that I'd put my wheelie bin in the shed.

And, unfortunately, the last Monday that the old guy in the spinning class would flash his hairy nipple at me!

New arrival in Belgium

I'll keep this post brief. After much consideration, Sarah and I have decided to try for a baby.

Only kidding lol! I'm moving to Belgium next month - WOOHOO! Or as the locals would say "de max!" The land of Sarah, high cadence cycling, chocolate and fantastic beers...not to mention the waffles.

Must dash, today is my "if in doubt, chuck it out" day. This now clears the way for Sarah to blog, over to you babe...