Freewheeling

Well it's been a long last week trying to rearrange furniture (well I keep changing my mind and Andy just isn't the Changing Rooms type and having done his flatscreen and chair 'I'm All Right Jack' setup and the football on, he lost all interest in my nesting attempts) and we are still waiting for the electrician too. He went to Antigua to play footie apparently so in the meantime we have just one light. Sort of used to it now and it's all romantic with the candles at night.... Chloe in the meantime has generously taken the other two in whilst their 'finally got their own' lovely bedrooms remain a no go sleeping zone as they're too dark at night. I sort of expected this to happen for a while but it may be a long while at this rate. However, our bedroom is all done and it's great - we can wake up and see the sea - fab. Well except for this last week when it's rained a lot. Well it's rained everyday (ahh, that's why they call it rainy season) so washing has been interesting. I've just worked out why everyone else has their washing lines permanently under cover - smart.

The car gave us a heart stopping moment when it conked out coming up the mountain on a very sharp bend. We had to free wheel back down the hill to get to the garage. The pressure was on as I had to keep shouting out how close we were to the edge. The radiator had gone - who knows where. By the way, by reading the small print on the back it's actually called a Nissan Mistral. More like a Nissan Puff. We have slightly altered our criteria for a second car....

Still waiting for our security quote to be finalised - the company has a monopoly and a lack of parts so this may take a while too and having been fairly relaxed on it, since our direct neighbour told us he was ramsacked on 3 weeks ago on a Saturday lunchtime, we would like to get it finalised.

Nothing broke in our move, until Friday. We have this solid glass Omani coffee table which has travelled from Oman to Dubai to Bahrain to Belgium to Dominica, in one piece. Our Housekeeper decided to use it as an ironing board on Friday with the very powerful steam iron. It has a spectacular crack from one corner to the other. Oh well, they sell glass here.

Here's to this week's adventures!

Wheels

So, we bought a car today. A Mitsubishi Somethingorother. Anyway, it goes up hills so that's all that counts really. Bought 4 new tyres as well. So thanks a lot to Road Runner for a great hire car and now we're motoring solo.

Tomorrow we get our security quote finalised on the house. Alas, 'My Men in Black' fantasy remains a fantasy. Guess they'd never have got up the hill quick enough anyway. Umm, maybe they could helicopter up and drop into the pool though. Wouldn't want them tipping up my lilo and spilling my rum punch mind...

No, still no container cleared and no, haven't a clue why not.

Time for a G&T and a chill.

Identity Parade

So, Andy has this great idea, fake security cameras from Argos (where else). The fencing is going to cost $15,000, I don't want a dog (because I still haven't recovered from dog walking duties from 30 years ago) and we need to secure the property and improve our insurance quote. Great idea I said, let's get the kids to make them - a few kitchen rolls, black paint, clingfilm, a red dot or two and sticky back plastic. And hey presto, here's one I made earlier. He didn't find that very funny. Sometimes I think we're clearly not on the same wave length. Years ago, when I was in student digs in Paddington, we had a break-in. To add insult to injury they must have worked their way from the bottom of the house to the top (I was in the attic, much cheaper and a nice view of the roof tops - always thought Dick Van Dyke might Chim Chim-eny through my window at any moment). Anyway, they left their spoils (cheap plastic Walkman) from the lower floors on my bed and completely cleared (trendy Silver Sony Walkman) me out. Anyway, the point of all this is that whilst I was in flood of tears my Dad told me that it was only possessions at the end of the day and I guess I've kept this thought with me. However, I am a tad nervous on the pool and would like to teach people to swim first (Bronze Medallion trained you know) before they embark on a midnight dip laden down with the flatscreen....anyway, what's mine's yours.....you can't take it with you afterall.....