We are now in Canada. The past few days have been diabolical. The move was ghastly. Things didn't go as well as I woud have liked. Mr Smith is useful sometimes but not when he is in California and I am trying to find out if we can move in with no idea who to call. I didn't even know where to collect the keys. The lack of info was pretty shoddy really. I was definitely stretched to the point of breaking but the tether seems endless.
The boys range from being super lovely helpful to being totally vile and idle.
Our house is gorgeous. The move nearly killed me. Lynda, our house sitter, is heaven sent. The moment she arrived everything suddenly became a lot easier. She is unpacking boxes and sorting stuff out as I write.
By some miracle I managed to find a pant, a sock and a wedding outfit and get packed and to the airport in good time. When I got to the plane I was having yet another panic about the boys missing the flight and the bags being taken off containing Mr Smith's wedding outfit. Just as they appeared so did a nice air hostess who moved me to Business Class. Oh it was amazing. The bits of the flight that weren't sponsored by Cadbury's were full of delicious things to eat and smell and play with. It was SO good. I slept for a long time on my lovely flat bed. No smelly monsters - they were at the back of the plane next to the loos!
And now I am in Toronto trying to find Mr Smith who has become the invisible man. The hotel have never heard of Mr Smith. I rather wish I hadn't either right now. I don't want to be here. I don't want to go to his stupid niece's wedding. I want to be in my new house in England.
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