Posts Tagged ‘moving forward’

Am I British yet?

July 5, 2008

I just bought my first pair of wellies:

Thanks to TK Maxx, now I can go splosh about in the creek, sorry, the ‘burn’ at the bottom of our garden. 😀

Getting Joseph to stuff his face is problematic. I let the kids pick where to eat the other day and they, after realizing that McDonalds at that point was yob hell, chose The Pancake Place. We like this place because they do proper american-style pancakes with all sorts of toppings. My waistline dislikes this place for the same reason. So, invariably, we get into the place and Joseph picks up a menu and promptly loses his appetite. Nyssa, on the other hand, orders the biggest, most absurdly piled up plate possible, The Alaskan:

She’s certainly enjoying herself. When Joseph got his plate full of pancake, ice cream, and chocolate, his appetite made a miraculous comeback so it wasn’t all a wash.

I feel the need to point something out with regards to my eating habits; well, one habit in particular as it never fails to elicit weird looks:

I refuse to believe that I’m the only person on the planet who pulls the onions out of the onion rings then happily eats up the breading. In my opinion, the onion is there merely to provide form and flavor. Who actually wants to eat the slimy things??

Um. Oh. (Freak.)

This is me after eating too much pancake and onion ring crust. You can also see that my hair is back to its ‘normal’ red state. It’s got some brown highlights in it as well.

On to some various aspects of our new stomping ground.

There are some ridiculously cute strawberry plants growing along our path. The fruits are pathetic little things, measuring about one centimeter, and more likely to be trodden upon than eaten but they’re lovely. Besides, they might attract bunnies!

Isn’t that nice? It’s a properly old building. Well it would be in the States anyway.

This is our new neighborhood cat. He’s so lazy and lovely. If you coo at him enough he’ll get up and sort of languidly wander over for a cuddle.

The kids checking out the community notice board.

The local shop is pleasantly unskeevy. Well, compared to the other franchise possibilities (*cough*Spar*cough*).

The village clock tower.

Everything is in chaos or in boxes, but the kids have been very upbeat about it, for the most part. Granted, living so close to a public transportation and shopping hub was convenient, but it will be nice to live somewhere where there are fewer than 3 car alarms going off per day and not quite so many drunk people shouting outside the windows.


Fingers crossed

May 3, 2008

So..James loves the house too. He’s even eyeballing new shelving on Ikea’s website to go in what would be his office. Now we just have to hope that we get picked. For this area, this time of year, our budget, and our cat-owning state, we’re just not going to find better.

In all the house-coveting excitement, I did finally finish booking all the internal travel for our trips in, criminy, 2 weeks! We bought another suitcase today which also makes it seem sort of real. I can’t believe I haven’t been home in three years. So much has happened, the kids are huge, I’ve got all sorts of nifty new mental issues, I probably talk really strangely..I’m sort of nervous of how people will receive us. I don’t want us to be foreigners. I don’t think I should let three years pass between visits again, it’s not right.

So. Busy times soon to be had. Hopefully.

Eep eep eep

April 30, 2008

This is what I’m excited about–I might have found us a house:

Edit: James thought perhaps I shouldn’t stick the front of the house photo up for a while, given that at the moment it’s plastered on letting agent sites that use mapping features. This is the left-front garden instead.

This is the view over the wall on the right side of the garden. This pummels our current view over the Tesco parking lot to pieces.

-vestibule with tile and stained glass and second door. This is nice, but the important thing is that second door. It acts as a kitty air lock (Mitu has developed an unnerving interest in the world beyond the front door).
-there are *five* fireplaces in the house, one being a gas flame type
-house dates to around 1912, is what she said I think.
-old wooden floors (but also see cons)
-uses those beautiful sandstone blocks/bricks
-many little nooks and cupboards
-downstairs WC
-two bedrooms downstairs, which means we could have the entire upstairs as grownup land, aside from when the kids need to be bathed.
-big quiet office upstairs for James, and a big bedroom for us.
-gas central heating
-huge drying structure on the ceiling of the kitchen
-all white goods, including dishwasher. The washer/dryer are *not* in the kitchen
-gas hob
-will have a new boiler
-walled/fenced garden
-just over our wall is the tiny river Eden, with a park area with picnic tables, paths (for learning to ride bikes!), and grass for running around
-the local shop is open until 10pm, I think, and has an atm and most of the basics we’d need (i.e. emergency cat food..)
-bus goes right to Pillars of Hercules, which would provide both food and excellent mucky volunteer opportunities
-falkland is 2 miles away
-lots of space in the garden
-gorgeous views of hills and fields
-playground about a minute’s walk away
-the kids really love it
-big dining room
-I can ask for a hammock for my birthday and not get laughed at!
-has a shed

-kitchen is small, though definitely not unbearably so. There’s room for my kitchen storage furniture and probably a butterfly table.
-those wooden floors might proof splintery, though they seemed pretty smooth when I touched them
-no bath tub. seriously.
-the carpet isn’t great, but at least it’s not a horrible color or pattern. Fortunately, only the stairs and one bedroom have it. The rest have hardwood, aside from what would be Nyssa’s room and the kitchen and bathrooms which have laminate.
-we’d have to (pay someone to) mow the lawn
-until we get a car, certain errands will be a pain in the ass. Hopefully the cats don’t get sick, because I’d have to taxi them to the Glenrothes branch of our vet. The less time I spend in Glenrothes (aside from when visiting friends) the better. It just rubs me the wrong way..

Apparently there’s another couple (from London, :P) who are looking at it on Saturday. If they really want it there’s going to be, I don’t know, a battle of the references? In a way this is good–the stress is keeping me from worrying about getting on a plane in 2ish weeks (gah). I just want this pretty house to be mine to make lovely and homey.