I live nearly 20 storeys above street level.
I can see four cranes reflected in my mirror.
There is a small, but deep swimming pool on the roof of my building.
My washing machine is in my kitchen.
It takes twenty minutes to walk to school.
In those twenty minutes we walk past two shops selling bathroom sinks, baths and bidets.
Another crane has just swung into view.
In our temporary accommodation, we could sometimes hear birds.
I did not bring enough jumpers. This thin black one which I found scrunched at the bottom of the dirty washing basket on our last day at home was already a bit smelly when I packed it.
The newspaper I read is better than The Advertiser.
It is six months since my Dad died.
My emails come into my inbox okay, but the sending doesn’t work and I have to do that through webmail.
My boys go to a school where they have been learning about Martin Luther King Jr Day.
Youngest Boy has an infected fingernail and I’m not sure what to do about it.
I have promised myself that I will spend an hour each day working on my new manuscript. I am not supposed to be blogging until I have done that hour.
Will lodge photos when I’ve bought another adapter so I can plug my hard drive in.
If the fingernail isn’t overly infected, try rinsing it with a saline solution consisting of a cup of warm water with two teaspoons of salt several times a day. It’s something my mum used to do for me as a kid.
Or even just fill the cup with warm water as hot as he can stand it, put the salt in, and get him to just sit there with his finger in it for as long as … yes, yes, I know.
At some point you will have to do the pus-squishing thing though, sorry.
“The newspaper I read is better than The Advertiser.”
Der.
as long as martin luther king jr day is not the only day they learn about….
as for the newspaper comment… well, it’s not hard to believe!
I’d be looking forward to the pus bit, but that’s just me.
What do expats wear when they’re walking the squids to school?
After we shifted to Adelaide, it took 12 weeks for my head to stop spinning.
Then it took 300 days for me to stop crying (figuratively, not literally). It is, however, a permanent move (or as permanent as we make our moves, which is not very, really). So a temporary sojourn in a strange land may not be so lachrymose.
Give yourself plenty of time.
how’s the finger going?
Saltwater advice is top notch – worked for my big toe.
Having just moved states (Adders to Melb), am loving The Age and not missing the Traumatiser one iota.
Looking forward to the photos.
The same thing’s happenning to me in London re the email/webmail.
Just as I was getting to the good bit with the pus (convinced him I would need to prick it that tonight) it started to mend itself.
I just wear my normal clothes, Zoe. We don’t need to cover up. And it’s winter now anyway, so a bit fresh in the mornings.
lachrymose…beautiful word which I had not previously known