Captain's Log, 20th June 2006
The situation so far: we've decided to move back to Australia, which is where Michael and Patrick came from, and even Ella's got citizenship. One set of grandparents, my three brothers-in-law and two sisters-in-law and their sixteen children, our nephews and nieces, live there, plus various other relatives. The only Pom in the ointment is me! So I'm applying for my Spouse visa at the moment, sponsored by Michael.
While I'm trying to complete the saga-of-my-life which is the Spouse Visa Application form, we're also trying to sell the house and live as normal a life as one can when one is in the middle of selling up and moving half way around the world. When we first started on this caper it was a bit like trying to do a jigsaw puzzle that may (or may not) contain several pictures. You don't know if you've got all the pieces, you can't find the edges, and you're not sure if it's even the right way up... several weeks later I'm now fairly sure what the picture looks like, I've found most of the pieces, and the straight edges are sorting themselves out, so things are better than they were.
It's exhausting, though, just thinking about it, especially when you're also trying to sort out exporting the dog, making a living, chosing a shipping consultant and being a step/mother! Poor old Patrick's had a rotten week: he's spent the whole weekend in Southmead Hospital with acute tonsillitis and glandular fever, hooked up to an antibiotic drip and feeling lousy. It has ruined his revision and consequently his A Levels - we're just relieved that he's been examined in enough modules to mean that the Examination Boards will be able to give him a predictive mark based on course work and previous exams, otherwise he'd be leaving school with ungraded A Levels, and I can't see that working out well for him when it comes to finding a University place. The sight of Patrick with a drip in his arm scared Ella and she wouldn't even give him a hug while he was in hospital. Today's his first full day home, and apart from remembering to keep to a complex drugs regimen, all he has to do is play Nintendo games with her, so they're both downstairs in the guest bedroom with Patrick's Nintendo plugged into the spare TV. I knew there was a reason why we kept hold of it!
While I'm trying to complete the saga-of-my-life which is the Spouse Visa Application form, we're also trying to sell the house and live as normal a life as one can when one is in the middle of selling up and moving half way around the world. When we first started on this caper it was a bit like trying to do a jigsaw puzzle that may (or may not) contain several pictures. You don't know if you've got all the pieces, you can't find the edges, and you're not sure if it's even the right way up... several weeks later I'm now fairly sure what the picture looks like, I've found most of the pieces, and the straight edges are sorting themselves out, so things are better than they were.
It's exhausting, though, just thinking about it, especially when you're also trying to sort out exporting the dog, making a living, chosing a shipping consultant and being a step/mother! Poor old Patrick's had a rotten week: he's spent the whole weekend in Southmead Hospital with acute tonsillitis and glandular fever, hooked up to an antibiotic drip and feeling lousy. It has ruined his revision and consequently his A Levels - we're just relieved that he's been examined in enough modules to mean that the Examination Boards will be able to give him a predictive mark based on course work and previous exams, otherwise he'd be leaving school with ungraded A Levels, and I can't see that working out well for him when it comes to finding a University place. The sight of Patrick with a drip in his arm scared Ella and she wouldn't even give him a hug while he was in hospital. Today's his first full day home, and apart from remembering to keep to a complex drugs regimen, all he has to do is play Nintendo games with her, so they're both downstairs in the guest bedroom with Patrick's Nintendo plugged into the spare TV. I knew there was a reason why we kept hold of it!
posted by Sara Bowen at 9:58 am
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