Eight Weeks and Counting

Arrived back from our house-hunting trip to Lewis last Saturday morning at 0100 - took me all weekend to recover. My parents visited for a few days, and Mum was worried when even a simple question, "would you like a cup of tea?" seemed impossible to answer.....was very tired! Before you ask, I forgot my camera and so STILL no photos available. Sorry....you'll just have to keep coming back to visit my blog until I get there

Anyway, the trip was successful and we found a lovely house to rent in Grimshader, Lochs. We viewed 6 places in total and this last one was what we were looking for (ie WARM, in a village with children, good broadband connection, enough room for an office and visitors). We spent some time with "new friends" and their children......and N had tea with 4 children who already go to the school he will attend form January. We felt wonderfully welcome!

It was also great to see P and all the family, and N again was happily surrounded by older boy cousins (Heaven!). Then there was the scotch pie incident at the airport. I had one stashed in my handbag for emergencies (as you do - long way to the shops you know and a girl gets hungry) and realised as we were about to go through security that this contravened some rule about meat products. So I had to hand it over to C, and try not to laugh hysterically whilst being questioned about the contents of N's hand luggage!

This should have been a fairly quiet week at work, but it somehow it didn't work out that way. Managed to sort out some things around the house in Lakeside, ready for it to be rented in January......spare room looks much nicer now with cleaned carpet and new floor in the en suite. We have also had a busy social time, E's 3rd Birthday party, singalong "Sound of Music"......all made me feel nostalgic for my life in Cheshire before I have even left. I'll be a quivering wreck come New Years Eve.