Thursday evening saw my farewell "training session" with the Rotary Road Runners followed by a pub meal in the Ship. A good turnout including a few faces who haven't managed to make it for quite a while. Strange how a shortened (or indeed completely obviated) session and the promise of beer makes folks turn up.
Friday saw me playing Dowland's King of Denmark's Galliard at the Selsey Festival. The rehearsal was hideous but the actual performance was not too bad. No one noticed when various semiquavers argued among themselves about who should be played first. I managed to make it down to the Waverley for 10:30 and got a couple of beers in. Alas, two supposed "mates" dragged me off to another pub, and then back to their spot for more beer and pizza. Strangely I was a little worse for wear the following morning but sprightly enough to return for a meal with the gang later that evening. However before we went out to stuff our faces, we parted with three of the beds and the sofa and chair. Thus telly now has to be watched from the floor which is not at all comfortable.
Sunday saw the remaining members of the family turn up for lunch which passed off without incident and was strangely enjoyable if a bit odd given that it probably will not happen again. On the plus side I was spared having to watch Button and Hamilton tripping over each other at the Spa GP.
PSS arrived today and stuffed all of our possessions (except for the laptop!) into boxes and wrapped up everything else. It's really quite depressing to see your whole life crammed into a series of identical boxes from which the only escape seems to be the tip. It somehow dampened my enthusiasm for the whole NZ thing and got me wondering "what the hell were you thinking". Maybe this is because roughing it starts now - there is absolutely nothing to sit in other than the stairs, no where to eat, and most of the computers are packed. Argh - I have to use Windoze. Tomorrow night our mattress will have gone and I'm not sure if I'll be able to get off the floor.
I needed to go out in the BFG this evening, so we coned off the bit of the road (with a few spare cones left over from the Rox festival a couple of weeks back) in preparation for the container lorry arriving in the morning (8AM). Within about 0.0001 seconds the filth showed up and got very shirty about the "theft" of their three cones. Maybe it was because Craig answered the door that they decided to have a go but it seemed well out of order. They didn't seem to get the fact that the cones were only being borrowed and we were going to take them back. It beggars belief that they got so miffed. I guess it's easier than nicking whoever murdered the Polish bloke outside my Mum's flat a month back, or getting their fat butts moving when there' s a drunk exposing himself and wandering around in YOUR back garden without 20 questions (after they bothered to answer the phone on the THIRD 999 call). Just don't ask. Useless. Makes me glad I'm going again, so perhaps not totally useless but close enough.I am still SIMless as the fleabay item got too expensive especially when you consider that there's no credit on it. I'll just have to buy one when I land. It's not the end of the world - I can now keep in touch with most folks via Facebook - yup, I've finally given in and signed up.
I've finally got round to buying some dollars. The rate is in the pan, but what with us actually landing next Wednesday it seemed prudent to buy some now, what with the inexcusable delays that banks seem to be unable to sort out. Annoyingly the rate went up by 5C pretty much the moment I bought. Good job it was a mere £10k. Loosing out on $500 dollars is one thing, loosing $15,000 is quite another. I'm beginning to think that I might actually have to consider working more of a priority than perhaps I otherwise might have, and only transfer if it becomes necessary.
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