No news is good news

IT HAS just been pointed out to me that the lion's share of my blog, when I get round to updating it, is devoted to the weather.
Subconsciously, I have been spending hour upon hour tappety-tapping away on my keyboard airing frustration at the inclement weather.

You wouldn't believe how many times I've read the words 'inclement weather' over the past few months - my community news copy has been full of reports from groups and individuals whose plans for strawberry fairs, outdoor coffee mornings and other summer fundraising events, have fallen apart around their ears due to the rain ....... or the hail ...... or the wind ....... everything, in fact, bar what we should expect at this time of year - UV rays.

That said, I'm now making a concerted effort to focus on what else is going on in my life - emigration.

Our application process has fallen quiet over the past month or two. It's nothing to worry about, I'm told by our team of emigration consultants, who we pay handsomely to dot the visa I's and cross the immigraton T's for us. We're just forming part of an orderly queue along with all the other 196,000-odd hopefuls in the race to become Australian permanent residency visa holders.

We were expecting to hear from Adelaide if we were successful or not around October. This is now more realistically going to be December. But hey, I'm in no rush to leave UK soil just yet.....

In fact, if we are successful in being awarded permanent residency, that will probably scare the hell out of me too because then, it becomes a whole new ball game with my husband and I having to make probably the biggest decision of our lives. Obviously we are serious about the big move but when the decision lays itself at our door and our door only, that makes it scary. Uprooting the family unit and shipping it out to a place we've never even set foot in ..... sounds scary but adventurous in the same breath.

It will be a sad day if, and when, it comes to leave. I regularly have thoughts of what do we do if the house sells quicker than we imagined ..... and we then systematically have to offload/sell/give away all the possessions we've acquired along the way.
What will I do with the Welsh dresser? Should I take the freestanding fireplace? Will there be room in the shipping container for my stash of Harrod's make-up that I'll have to stock up on after Mike has filled it with his tools?? All questions that need an answer but just now, I don't want to think about it.

I aim to spend the next few months concentrating on the things that matter - family and friends. This past month has been manic with social plans coming out of my ears. It seems everybody wants a piece of us 'before we go' and feel the need to spend time with us. But, in the grand scheme of things, if immigration don't want us ...... we're here for good I'm afraid!