News from Bristol is an extra 6 weeks trial.
That was last week’s news so it leaves me wit just under 5 weeks to know what I’m doing next, then when Guy decides I’ll either give my notice on the house or tell my landlady who will be moving in.
Fabrice and I are getting on, missing one another, talking loads, being quiet, trying to not run over the free hour time too often, laughing lots, and pulling through our longest ever time without being able to meet up… I dread verbalising that we’re halfway through, but it is a kind of victory anyhow. I assure you that ten weeks is a horridly long time to be deprived of hugs, kisses and being able to see the glint in his eyes 😛
Work’s ticking over. Part of my old team is joining my new house which is both mighty odd and interesting. On investigating a bit more, I’ve sadly confirmed my impression that our big bosses seem out to spite us. So far every single member of my old team has said they got a house which they hadn’t put on their wish-list. Apparently, the reason is that they were skills-matched to the houses they’ve been sent to. So they sent us someone who can’t lift and someone who won’t go near poo or vomit… Logical for a place which requires us to change nappies on kids sometimes as big as teenagers and who have more or less mobility and weight. I dread to think what could have happened if they hadn’t done the skills-matching.
I’m trying to sort through stuff in the house and begin to sell things. I need to decide what to take to France, since it could need storing until I move and also because I’m currently looking at the possibility of shifting furniture plus anything feasible (as in not the clothes I’ll need) over to France during our holidays this summer. Fabrice and I have got hols at the same time and Maman nearly so I need to find out about vans and ferries etc. The logistics are a bit mad but my love is patient and helps keep me sane…
I should be mowing the lawn or at least edging it… I shall begone while it’s still light!