THIS WEEK, the Welsh Family Pugh (Cymraeg equivalent of the Swiss Family Robinson) were put under the medical microscope. The aim? To prove our stamina and fitness levels before being allowed to start our new lives Down Under.
I suppose you do have to have a certain degree of fitness in Australia ... in the eventuality of having to wrestle with a croc who's made his way into your pool or maybe to sprint away from some of the world's deadliest spiders.... I suppose we might one day have to box with a kangaroo in our back garden or even chase possums out of our rumpus room.... Who knows???!
I'm not sure I'm ready for a new life just yet. I mean, I'm pretty happy with the one I've got. It's been 12 months since this emigration plan was hatched and since then, it's been a nit-picking process to convince immigration officers that we are JUST what they're looking for. Now we're at the final stages, I'm feeling the need to put the brakes on it a bit .....
I was a little apprehensive over being sent for the meds. It wasn't so much the actual appointment itself, moreover the results they will bring.
So, after parting with six hundred of the Royal Mint's finest, the family Pugh was checked out in the departments of weight, height, eyes, chest, blood, urine, heart (yes, I DO have one after all) legs and even intestines. The three boys of the household had one extra test to me ... one that gave the children a fit of the giggles! Dad, however, was not so enamoured by it.
The next time we hear from our consultants will be with news of whether or not we passed the tests. Either way, there will be tears, I'm sure.
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