New Year ... New Life ...

NEW Year's Eve 2008 finds us homeless, jobless and, in a matter of weeks, friendless. Not to mention carless, cashless and clueless.

I'm hoping all these minor stumbling blocks are shortlived but it's a transition that's virtually inevitable when it comes to packing up your life and trying to cram it into a piece of luggage each, weighing no more than 20kg.

We're now getting incredibly closer to our departure date in early February. We've both jacked in our jobs and have the whole of January to soak up and sponge off family, friends and former colleagues in the hope it will see us through our hours of darkness after the sun's long gone down in the Melbourne suburb where we lay our baseball caps and factor 50.

I'm starting to get a little twitchy over what I'm to choose as my flight outfit. It needs to be comfortable enoughto withstand 21 hours in the air but also stylish and cosmopolitan enough to be paired with my skin tone coloured DVT-prevention flight socks and black leather boots.
I really don't want to but I can see no other option than to travelin my winter knee length footwear. There'll be no room for them in my suitcase and they probably count towards the lion's share of my baggage allowance, so it leaves me with no option other than to climb into them and introduce them to the clouds.
Can't see I'll have much use for them Down Under so I'm wearing the living daylights out of them while the UK cold snap takes its hold. That said, I hope it's dark when we land in the southern hemisphere otherwise I'm going to look more ridiculous in the 38 degree heat than Harry Hill's more than over-sized collars.

So, Christmas came and went without incident and although it's been a poignant one, it's been enjoyed all round. The word 'last' was banned and even Santa knew where we were temporarily hanging out to bring my globetrotting husband and I a gift that's yet to prove itself.
Designed by an airline pilot, these blow up seat cushions pledge to transform our cheap seats into first class with just 10 anxiety filled human puffs of air. Ingenious. A makeshift bed in the clouds for £30.

It'll be money well spent if it sees me arrive at Singapore Airport 12 odd hours after take off looking as good as the picture on the box!