I would like to say that I think the Canadians are the most polite, courteous and patient people I have ever met. The phrase 'Your very welcome' has become so accustomed to me now from hearing it said after asking for anything from an extra sugar in my coffee at Tim Horton's or asking where the snow plow area is at Canadian Tire that it has stopped me from smiling every time I hear it. It's just the norm here, you are polite and courteous or you just do not get along.
The last three months have been hard work. The fact that we have only just got a definate date as to when our worldly goods are finally turning up is just one of the many reasons why but, to bring you up to date, here is what has happened since my last, over due update.
A Place To Live.
We have had it lucky. Yvonne's mum has lived in Canada since 1996 so we were very privileged to have the opportunity to have a roof over our heads as soon as we landed. Pamela & Alan (Yvonne's mum and step dad) allowed us to be in their house as if it was our own and for that, I am eternally grateful however, after 2 or 3 weeks living out of suitcases, 5 of us in a house not meant for that amount of people, it started to get difficult. My fault really because if you know me at all, I enjoy my solitude sometimes and I was just not getting that. Plus the fact that I have been living away from that environment since I was 18 and now at the ripe age of 41 I was thrown right back into it again went down with me like a wet fart in a jacuzzi. We needed to get out for everybody's sake.
We looked at older properties to start off with. Canada, along with the rest of the world has had a downturn in property prices so we decided that maybe we should cash in on this and buy a cheap, fixer upper. We saw 2 and viewed one. It then became obvious that this was not an option as they were so much of a 'fixer upper' that they needed bulldozing to the ground and rebuilding again. What with the prices the bank foreclosure people were after and the cost of actually rebuilding again we could have bought a new one, so that's what we decided to look at next, a new house.
WOW. How beautiful are these? Everything we looked at had all the latest mod cons and looked like something out of The Stepford Wives film. We did the math and realised that we could afford something so off to the bank we went.
Now what was it Les Dennis used to say? Oh yeah. 'If its up there I'll give you the money myself'. That was trying to get a YES from any bank for a mortgage which is understandable. I mean, would you lend $250,000 to somebody you didn't know? Bearing in mind the worlds economy and that Canada pretty much protected itself from the ridiculousness of the banking ethics that the UK and the US held by NOT lending money to people it did not know or could not afford the payments, we were stuck with one last option, renting.
We contacted dozens of real estate agency's and nobody seemed to care or wanted to help. Renting does not earn the agents any money so we were struggling right from the word go. Then we met Bernadette Mailette. She spent some time with us and while we flicked through the online brochure of what little there was to offer in renting we came across 1 property. It was amazing. 4 bedrooms, double garage, detached, finished basement, garden over looking a lake, everything. We saw it the following day and instantly fell in love. The biggest thing we were worried about was that it was just that, too big but we thought 'Hell, family from the UK can come over and stay without putting up the airbed, its beautiful and, lets be honest, I want to show people how well I have done'. We asked about and everybody we spoke to said that for the price being asked, we should go for it. We did and that is where we live now. House twice the size we are used to and for less each month than we were paying. Thats the next chapter, how to pay for all of this?
Monday, 29 November 2010
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Sorry Its Been So Late, I Have Been Busy Packing My Life.
Well, I'm here. My new residence is Canada and it has been one hell of a trip to get here so lets rewind a little bit and try to explain how my head turned into a big pile of grey matter coloured blamanche.
The real start of my journey started Friday, 13th August 2010. Not a good day for a life changing start but one all the same. On that fateful day I gave up the one place that I have loved since leaving the Navy, my work. I gave up all the wonderful people who I got along with so well. I gave up a way of life that I seemed to like more and more as I got to know destinations, the roads, hard to reach areas and my skills got better. I gave up the banter with Steve Attwood, Graham Dyer, Mark Stanley, Mark Pickford, Stevie Graham, Heather, Geraldine Lovell, Danny Carter, Dave Bond ect ect..the list goes on, but I gave it up. I even gave up Tonkette, my beloved, beautiful big orange lump of metal, plastic and glass, I gave her up. Anything that was close or important to me, I gave it up.
I tell you now, that was harder than I ever expected.
The following week was just panic, stress, anxiety, questioning what was I doing? Am I doing the right thing? Am I stepping so far out of my comfort zone that my tiny little head wont be able to handle the pressure? All of the above was answer 'YES YES YES.....HELP'. I had to say goodbye to my mum, my dad, my friends at The Volunteers Arms, the leaving do on the Saturday but most of all, my kid brother. That absolutely tore me apart. He was strong for me but it has been a very long time since I cuddled him and cried like a baby.
The Day Of The Move.
Everything had gone. The packers had been the Friday before and taken everything, Scott & Debbie had been up the night before and everything was ready. We all got up early and prepared for the taxi and it was like a monsoon outside. The taxi arrived and the driver, my dad and myself rushed the bags packed with our entire last 17 years through the torrent and into a battered 10 seat Ford Transit coach. I locked the door and we set off. Unless you have done this, I cannot explain how it feels. Everything I explained earlier about letting go of your work, friends, family and the final and out for the count, knock out blow, your home. It actually takes the breath out of your lungs.
The trip to Manchester International Flood zone Airport was pretty uneventful. A few text to a few of the closer people, arrive at Terminal 1 departures, life in bags off the bus, kiss and hug to mum & dad and that's it. It was done. We were on our way and there is no stopping now. We paid slightly more to get premium seats and through check in quicker which was proving a very good idea. Went through Duty Free, Yvonne wanted to do some shopping, I was just an anxious ball of nervousness but needed some food. Went to Burger King (11 am, yuk) and watched that woman putting that cat in a wheelie bin and then decided that I needed to calm my nerves and had the last taste of Strongbow in the form of a pint. Then, through to departures, couple more texts to say cheerio to people and then on the plane. Set off 40 Min's late but no problem really.
Flight was good. Ate well, watched Shrek 4 , drank two miniature bottles of Whiskey and two miniature bottles of white wine with the food and then watched 'Alice In Wonderland' (which was absolute shite I might add) arrived in Toronto on time, went through customs, got signed in as Canadians, walked through o the arrivals lounge to find.........nobody we knew. The website said that we were to arrive at 9pm but we got there at 4. What an anti-climax.
I have written enough for one evening. Tomorrow I will update with jobs, schools, supermarkets and mosquito's.
Love you all
Mark x
The real start of my journey started Friday, 13th August 2010. Not a good day for a life changing start but one all the same. On that fateful day I gave up the one place that I have loved since leaving the Navy, my work. I gave up all the wonderful people who I got along with so well. I gave up a way of life that I seemed to like more and more as I got to know destinations, the roads, hard to reach areas and my skills got better. I gave up the banter with Steve Attwood, Graham Dyer, Mark Stanley, Mark Pickford, Stevie Graham, Heather, Geraldine Lovell, Danny Carter, Dave Bond ect ect..the list goes on, but I gave it up. I even gave up Tonkette, my beloved, beautiful big orange lump of metal, plastic and glass, I gave her up. Anything that was close or important to me, I gave it up.
I tell you now, that was harder than I ever expected.
The following week was just panic, stress, anxiety, questioning what was I doing? Am I doing the right thing? Am I stepping so far out of my comfort zone that my tiny little head wont be able to handle the pressure? All of the above was answer 'YES YES YES.....HELP'. I had to say goodbye to my mum, my dad, my friends at The Volunteers Arms, the leaving do on the Saturday but most of all, my kid brother. That absolutely tore me apart. He was strong for me but it has been a very long time since I cuddled him and cried like a baby.
The Day Of The Move.
Everything had gone. The packers had been the Friday before and taken everything, Scott & Debbie had been up the night before and everything was ready. We all got up early and prepared for the taxi and it was like a monsoon outside. The taxi arrived and the driver, my dad and myself rushed the bags packed with our entire last 17 years through the torrent and into a battered 10 seat Ford Transit coach. I locked the door and we set off. Unless you have done this, I cannot explain how it feels. Everything I explained earlier about letting go of your work, friends, family and the final and out for the count, knock out blow, your home. It actually takes the breath out of your lungs.
The trip to Manchester International Flood zone Airport was pretty uneventful. A few text to a few of the closer people, arrive at Terminal 1 departures, life in bags off the bus, kiss and hug to mum & dad and that's it. It was done. We were on our way and there is no stopping now. We paid slightly more to get premium seats and through check in quicker which was proving a very good idea. Went through Duty Free, Yvonne wanted to do some shopping, I was just an anxious ball of nervousness but needed some food. Went to Burger King (11 am, yuk) and watched that woman putting that cat in a wheelie bin and then decided that I needed to calm my nerves and had the last taste of Strongbow in the form of a pint. Then, through to departures, couple more texts to say cheerio to people and then on the plane. Set off 40 Min's late but no problem really.
Flight was good. Ate well, watched Shrek 4 , drank two miniature bottles of Whiskey and two miniature bottles of white wine with the food and then watched 'Alice In Wonderland' (which was absolute shite I might add) arrived in Toronto on time, went through customs, got signed in as Canadians, walked through o the arrivals lounge to find.........nobody we knew. The website said that we were to arrive at 9pm but we got there at 4. What an anti-climax.
I have written enough for one evening. Tomorrow I will update with jobs, schools, supermarkets and mosquito's.
Love you all
Mark x
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Is it just the UK or is there a hidden, global single roadside shoe kill problem?
As I travel up and down the lengh of this wonderful, multi cultural nation, I see this odd and at times, un-explainable sight. Like the strange UFO light in the night sky. The un-earthly sights of crop circles and the mystery that surrounds Roswell and Area57. I talk of that weirdest and so far un-tapped world of the roadside shoe.
We pass them every day but we are oblivious to them. They lie there, I think waiting in an odd and marcarbe way, for their owners who might suddenly realise that they are no longer with them. How do they get there? How long have they been there? Does the owner know that they have gone? All these questions need answering but so far I have not found a website that can do this for me so maybe, I thought, I could make an appeal. A bit like LiveAid or WaterAid but called ShoeAid.
I could get B and C list ex celebs like Sting, Darius Denesh, Sonia, Howard Jones ect to go on stage with a collection of the poor souls that are left abandoned by the roadside and help the plight of the un-known misery of the roadside footwear.
Laying, fruitlessly on the side of the A42 just north of Nunneaton is a single flip flop. How the hell did it get there? And on the M1 Northbound there is a workmans boot. Has the owner not realised that it has gone?
Come on Sting. Lets put this ShoeAid together and reunite the world with their shoes. Peace brother.
Mark.
We pass them every day but we are oblivious to them. They lie there, I think waiting in an odd and marcarbe way, for their owners who might suddenly realise that they are no longer with them. How do they get there? How long have they been there? Does the owner know that they have gone? All these questions need answering but so far I have not found a website that can do this for me so maybe, I thought, I could make an appeal. A bit like LiveAid or WaterAid but called ShoeAid.
I could get B and C list ex celebs like Sting, Darius Denesh, Sonia, Howard Jones ect to go on stage with a collection of the poor souls that are left abandoned by the roadside and help the plight of the un-known misery of the roadside footwear.
Laying, fruitlessly on the side of the A42 just north of Nunneaton is a single flip flop. How the hell did it get there? And on the M1 Northbound there is a workmans boot. Has the owner not realised that it has gone?
Come on Sting. Lets put this ShoeAid together and reunite the world with their shoes. Peace brother.
Mark.
Sunday, 1 August 2010
And The Reality Of All Came Home Today With A Very Hard Smack.
From day to day I am traveling. As in previous posts it all seems like it is happening to somebody else and then something happened today. It was awful and washed over me faster than walking into a lift where the previous occupant had left behind the smelliest fart in the world. My brother and my dad came to my house, watched a particully un-eventful grand prix, had a few beers and then went back to their own lives. As I watched my dad drive away with my little brother in the passengers seat of his dinosaur of a car I thought 'and that is the last time thatis going to happen'.
Today has been hard work. Very hard work. Not just because of the smelly fart or the dinosaur car but simply because I am now watching EVERYTHING and wondering 'is this the last time' and as that day arrives the possibility of 'is this the last time' is being answered with the word Yes.
Took me about 2 hours to calm down after the race but by god, did I need that outburst of emotion.
Right, back to the Mark you know.
How on earth did I mannage 41 years without a nasal hair trimmer ect ect ect......
Today has been hard work. Very hard work. Not just because of the smelly fart or the dinosaur car but simply because I am now watching EVERYTHING and wondering 'is this the last time' and as that day arrives the possibility of 'is this the last time' is being answered with the word Yes.
Took me about 2 hours to calm down after the race but by god, did I need that outburst of emotion.
Right, back to the Mark you know.
How on earth did I mannage 41 years without a nasal hair trimmer ect ect ect......
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Dont You Just Love It When Neighbours Fight?
I have just witnessed a very rare event. Not have I seen this since the days of Margeret & Norman when Margaret got her head kicked in by somebody elses mother over who had the best daughter or something back in the late 90's. I have just seen somebody turn up outside my new neighbours house, pointing and cursing and carrying on like she didn't have a care in the world. My new neighbour was leaning out of a window from upstairs a little bit confused by the look and sound of it but all the same would not meet the mad woman yelling at her on the street to discuss what her issues were or make an effort to calm her down. Just quite happy to yell abuse back from the safety of an upstairs bedroom.
'What a great start to a new beginning' I thought. Get rid of one family of complete and total headcases only to get another, To add more weight to the issue, a new and what appear to be avery pleasent young couple were attempting to move in next door while all this was going on. I bet they were pleased to watch all this happening as they politely ask the shouting and pointing mad woman to move so they can get their sofa past them. Its all fun isn't it.
This got me thinking. Is this just a coinsidence or is this what the UK has become over the years of over crowding, lack of respect and downright rudeness? Is this just the norm now and what I witnessed today was no different to anywhere else in this tiny island or I am just a snob?
I think the answer is no, it is not. I am 41 years old as I write this and when I was younger I had 4 tv channels of which the most shocking was Channel 4 showing programmes like 'The Tube' and 'Threads'. Now we have 1,000,000 channels most of which show shocking social behaviour of people taking drugs, possessing drugs, fighting, drink driving, anti social behaviour, hooded groups, stabbings, murders, fights, dealing drugs, cruelty to animals, ect ect. The list goes on and I think that all this has conditioned us to accept that what I witnessed today is acceptable in the same way that an alcoholic is conditioned to hard liquor.
All I can say is that alcoholics do not start on hard liquor. Their problem takes year and years and eventually ends up with the poor soul having a total disregard for self respect and a lack of morals for themselves or anybody else.
Is this true of the UK today or am I just being an old fashioned snob. The decision is yours.
'What a great start to a new beginning' I thought. Get rid of one family of complete and total headcases only to get another, To add more weight to the issue, a new and what appear to be avery pleasent young couple were attempting to move in next door while all this was going on. I bet they were pleased to watch all this happening as they politely ask the shouting and pointing mad woman to move so they can get their sofa past them. Its all fun isn't it.
This got me thinking. Is this just a coinsidence or is this what the UK has become over the years of over crowding, lack of respect and downright rudeness? Is this just the norm now and what I witnessed today was no different to anywhere else in this tiny island or I am just a snob?
I think the answer is no, it is not. I am 41 years old as I write this and when I was younger I had 4 tv channels of which the most shocking was Channel 4 showing programmes like 'The Tube' and 'Threads'. Now we have 1,000,000 channels most of which show shocking social behaviour of people taking drugs, possessing drugs, fighting, drink driving, anti social behaviour, hooded groups, stabbings, murders, fights, dealing drugs, cruelty to animals, ect ect. The list goes on and I think that all this has conditioned us to accept that what I witnessed today is acceptable in the same way that an alcoholic is conditioned to hard liquor.
All I can say is that alcoholics do not start on hard liquor. Their problem takes year and years and eventually ends up with the poor soul having a total disregard for self respect and a lack of morals for themselves or anybody else.
Is this true of the UK today or am I just being an old fashioned snob. The decision is yours.
Saturday, 24 July 2010
So You Thought The Space Shuttle Was Fast !!!
Three weeks into the acceptance and the pace has gone from fast to bullet speed as everyday a new event is either set upon us, is in process or has been finished.
At 07:00 on Monday my week started. Ten minutes later it was Friday so lets try and remember and document what happened this week.
Monday was the trip to Devon. Buckfastleigh to be precise. Love going to that part of the country as it reminds me of the time I spent in Devon and how life really wasn't that bad when I was in my early 20's. Pretty good actually when I seriously think about it.
Tuesday was the trip back up again. Got back home at about 19:00 to a very happy Yvonne which is always nice. We spoke again about the sale of the house and then decided that we had to do it at some point. There was no putting this off, it had to be done. So we went online, booked and paid for three, one way tickets to Canada. £1505.07 later, it was done. We could have got cheaper but we thought that as this will be the last time for many years that we will be on a long distance flight that we should pay for a couple of luxurys like leg room, sitting together and breathing the air that the airline owns. I pity the poor souls who will have to hold their breath for 8 hours.
Booking them wasn't as exciting as I thought it might be. In fact, it was a pretty much none emotional feeling. I knew that it had, as I still know, that August the 24th 2010 is the last time I will see British soil for many years to come but it still feels like it is not happening, even though it is only a month today away. Even as I Ebay DVD's, office furniture and anything else that I cant take with me, it still seems like this is just a story in somebody elses life.
Tuesday was also Jacks last day at Sowerby Bridge High School and Yvonne's last day at work. I thought about them alot and kept texting Yvonne with a countdown of when she would be un-employed. At 16:10 she finally was and for me, it was a great feeling. Another milestone passed.
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday was a blur as it was just work work work not just for me but for Yvonne as well. Selling 20 years of life is easy, at the right price which in this day and age, is nothing. However she is working her ass and bringing in the money quickly, bless her little cotten socks.
It is now Saturday. I arrived back from Tamworth at 11:00 am, had a very nice cooked breakfast, sat out in the garden with the Mrs enjoying a cup of coffee and then off to work we went. All day I have been ebaying, Yvonne has been pricing stuff for a car boot sale tomorrow and putting it in the car and all of this wont even leave a dent. This is going to take some time of which, we have very little.
Like I said before hand, and you thought rockets were fast.
At 07:00 on Monday my week started. Ten minutes later it was Friday so lets try and remember and document what happened this week.
Monday was the trip to Devon. Buckfastleigh to be precise. Love going to that part of the country as it reminds me of the time I spent in Devon and how life really wasn't that bad when I was in my early 20's. Pretty good actually when I seriously think about it.
Tuesday was the trip back up again. Got back home at about 19:00 to a very happy Yvonne which is always nice. We spoke again about the sale of the house and then decided that we had to do it at some point. There was no putting this off, it had to be done. So we went online, booked and paid for three, one way tickets to Canada. £1505.07 later, it was done. We could have got cheaper but we thought that as this will be the last time for many years that we will be on a long distance flight that we should pay for a couple of luxurys like leg room, sitting together and breathing the air that the airline owns. I pity the poor souls who will have to hold their breath for 8 hours.
Booking them wasn't as exciting as I thought it might be. In fact, it was a pretty much none emotional feeling. I knew that it had, as I still know, that August the 24th 2010 is the last time I will see British soil for many years to come but it still feels like it is not happening, even though it is only a month today away. Even as I Ebay DVD's, office furniture and anything else that I cant take with me, it still seems like this is just a story in somebody elses life.
Tuesday was also Jacks last day at Sowerby Bridge High School and Yvonne's last day at work. I thought about them alot and kept texting Yvonne with a countdown of when she would be un-employed. At 16:10 she finally was and for me, it was a great feeling. Another milestone passed.
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday was a blur as it was just work work work not just for me but for Yvonne as well. Selling 20 years of life is easy, at the right price which in this day and age, is nothing. However she is working her ass and bringing in the money quickly, bless her little cotten socks.
It is now Saturday. I arrived back from Tamworth at 11:00 am, had a very nice cooked breakfast, sat out in the garden with the Mrs enjoying a cup of coffee and then off to work we went. All day I have been ebaying, Yvonne has been pricing stuff for a car boot sale tomorrow and putting it in the car and all of this wont even leave a dent. This is going to take some time of which, we have very little.
Like I said before hand, and you thought rockets were fast.
Sunday, 18 July 2010
Feeling Scared But Should I Be?
So, its the 21st of August 2010 at The Long Can, That is our final public appearence in the UK. My mum and dad met us there today and it was wonderful. We had a very nice lunch, a few drinks and then a light discussion about the coming 3 months.
Too tired to write. Later I think.
Mark.
Too tired to write. Later I think.
Mark.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Its The Little Things That Annoy Me.
I have lived over 41 years now. Suprising to some people but it is true. I am 41 years and 53 days old as I write this and through out this 'half way' period of my life I have encounted some pretty annoying things. Accidents on the motorway where you are held up for hours only to see a minor shunt parked correctly on the hard shoulder. The kids across the road that do nothing but scream until you finally realise that your child has the same effect on their parents as well and the time when you put the kettal on and wait a really long time fofr it to boil only to see that you havent swiched the power on. These are highly annoying but nothing comes close to what I am wittnessing now. My hands free home phone that recharges itself while sat in its cradle is faulty and fading in and out.
It is sat approximately 30 inches away from me and to my left and it is, as we speak, flashing away like mad but not a normal flash, oh no. It appears to have a faultly connection so it is 'FADING' between off and on at irregular periods. I am staring at it now. I hate it.
I also find people who drive 4x4 vehicles annoying. Its the 'I own a 4x4 and I will park where ever I fucking like' mentality that seems to come as standard with this group of vehicle.
Rant over.
Mark.
It is sat approximately 30 inches away from me and to my left and it is, as we speak, flashing away like mad but not a normal flash, oh no. It appears to have a faultly connection so it is 'FADING' between off and on at irregular periods. I am staring at it now. I hate it.
I also find people who drive 4x4 vehicles annoying. Its the 'I own a 4x4 and I will park where ever I fucking like' mentality that seems to come as standard with this group of vehicle.
Rant over.
Mark.
Right, thats the house sorted. Anybody want to buy a small business?
Today has been another rollercoaster of a day. Last night I stayed up quite late listening to music and doing some web browsing and having a few glasses of wine. Yvonne came back at about 1am a bit worse for wear but still walking and talking and was very happy. I was looking forward to meeting my brother the following day as I couldn't really wait to tell him about what has happened this week. I am not good at keeping exciting things to myself.
This morning I woke at 07:30 and had to check my watch, which has been playing up recently, with my phone. This confirmed that yes indeed, it was 07:30 on a Saturday morning. Why am I awake at such a time I wondered but then realised as Yvonne also woke and we started talking about plans, fears and the future until 10am. Got showered, made bacon, scrambled egg, toast and Tim Hortons coffee and then went to the lock up to value the stock. Worked out a fair price for the business and then went to meet Chris at The Volunteers Arms, my 4 mile away local.
All my fears were answered and all my problems were solved with one simple but effective solution. It is true to say that blood is thicker than water but in this particular situation, everything has worked out just fine.
More to come guys, keep watching :)
Mark.
This morning I woke at 07:30 and had to check my watch, which has been playing up recently, with my phone. This confirmed that yes indeed, it was 07:30 on a Saturday morning. Why am I awake at such a time I wondered but then realised as Yvonne also woke and we started talking about plans, fears and the future until 10am. Got showered, made bacon, scrambled egg, toast and Tim Hortons coffee and then went to the lock up to value the stock. Worked out a fair price for the business and then went to meet Chris at The Volunteers Arms, my 4 mile away local.
All my fears were answered and all my problems were solved with one simple but effective solution. It is true to say that blood is thicker than water but in this particular situation, everything has worked out just fine.
More to come guys, keep watching :)
Mark.
Friday, 16 July 2010
We Just Got Our Visa's
Yesterday was the 15th of July 2010 and will go down in the history of the Mally family as quite an important and life changing one. Our Passports were returned to us by Royal Mail recorded delivery and they had been altered to say the words 'British Immigrant'. This made me feel pretty filthy to be honest as we all think when we hear the word 'Immigrant' of people being smuggled into countries inside the back of international lorrys or running through the Channel Tunnel and hoping for the best. But after the initial slight disgust that I felt for myself for becoming a 'British Immigrant' I realised what it actually meant for us and the reality of everything started to wrap around me like an English sky, I am leaving for good.
Yvonne is currently getting very drunk in town with a leaving party for her and many of her work colleagues however it appears to be quickly turning into 'her night' as I keep getting text with ever increasing spelling mistakes, bless and love her.
Jack is suprisingly taking it in his stride but when I think about it, he's a pretty cool dude anyway and not much phases him. He just seems so chilled at the moment and incredibly happy which obviously pleases me no end. I pray that it stays.
Me. I am scared but excited. Apprehensive but welcoming the new start but above all I am ready. I have not felt this way.....ever. Now I am sure that this is going to be the best thing that I ever do for myself and my family and the anticipation of it all feels almost like I am pluggeds into the mains.
Bring it on :)
Mark.
Yvonne is currently getting very drunk in town with a leaving party for her and many of her work colleagues however it appears to be quickly turning into 'her night' as I keep getting text with ever increasing spelling mistakes, bless and love her.
Jack is suprisingly taking it in his stride but when I think about it, he's a pretty cool dude anyway and not much phases him. He just seems so chilled at the moment and incredibly happy which obviously pleases me no end. I pray that it stays.
Me. I am scared but excited. Apprehensive but welcoming the new start but above all I am ready. I have not felt this way.....ever. Now I am sure that this is going to be the best thing that I ever do for myself and my family and the anticipation of it all feels almost like I am pluggeds into the mains.
Bring it on :)
Mark.
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