up and down

Internet access, and this time not surrounded by silent, sinister middle-aged blokes and ganga weed. I feel like I can breathe again, in all senses of the word. But still on a very public computer at Rob's work conference so must be brief.

Feeling a bit more chipper today, despite torrential rain. And in the middle of nowheresville, pine forest and mountains on all sides, but with loads of people all besotted with Emma and very friendly.

Had Raclette for the first time last night. Raclette = melted cheese in vaaaaaasssst quantities. Sometimes with potatoes. Sometimes with bread. Gherkins and pickled onions jazz things up a bit. Unsuprisingly I had wacky dreams all night long.

If this is the national dish, I wonder why Dr Hofmann still felt it necessary to invent LSD? Or maybe it's all part of the same dreamy logic that says
dope smoke in my baby's face: fine, whatever floats your boat
No bell on your bicycle?: ten pounds please

I have so much to learn about my new home.

up and down

Internet access, and this time not surrounded by silent, sinister middle-aged blokes and ganga weed. I feel like I can breathe again, in all senses of the word. But still on a very public computer at Rob's work conference so must be brief.

Feeling a bit more chipper today, despite torrential rain. And in the middle of nowheresville, pine forest and mountains on all sides, but with loads of people all besotted with Emma and very friendly.

Had Raclette for the first time last night. Raclette = melted cheese in vaaaaaasssst quantities. Sometimes with potatoes. Sometimes with bread. Gherkins and pickled onions jazz things up a bit. Unsuprisingly I had wacky dreams all night long.

If this is the national dish, I wonder why Dr Hofmann still felt it necessary to invent LSD? Or maybe it's all part of the same dreamy logic that says
dope smoke in my baby's face: fine, whatever floats your boat
No bell on your bicycle?: ten pounds please

I have so much to learn about my new home.

madness

Hello again. Sorry, another quick one today due to a) jaw-droppingly expensive cafe and b) faint fug of naughty herbs and sleeping baby combination. I think cannabis is decriminalised here, or else the Swiss police are turning a serious blind eye, which is quite funny really as you can be fined for not having your passport + 10 CHF on you at all times. (I wonder if the fine for not having your passport is 10 CHF?) Anyway, there are somethings best left to the wayward teenage years, and even then I pray for merciful ignorance.

Anyway, hooray for small victories. I have bought a pay as you go phone. I have been taught how to use the communal washing machine by the concierge's wife, who speaks French with a very heavy Portuguese accent. That plus my rubbish French must make quite good sitcom material. I have located the supermarket and the post office. Disappointingly, they don't sell proper tea. Poncey stuff, like English Breakfast, and plenty of twigs-in-a-bag (herbal: don't get me started) but no Builder's. But you can get horse steak, lots of it, si tu aimes manger le gi-gis.

Still no phone (landline), internet or post. The key to our little post box is missing, which is annoying +++. I need a device similar to a thing that picks up litter, only smaller and bendy.

Missing my friends more than i can say, but won't write much about that as it'll make me blub, and i don't want to do that, especially not here.

Time's up.

Not dead

Hello again, or should I say bienvenue a la Suisse. Must be quick as am in poxy internet cafe and have neither time nor cash to write in full about adventures so far.

In short: exhausted, just about unpacked, the washing machine is broken and I don't know the French for duck tape. We are all fine. You can't get proper tea bags but you can see the Alps and the lake from our living room and that, in my book, is ace. It's raining. Emma has learnt to roll over and likes to twitter as the day is long. The fact we have moved to another country seems to have passed her by.

More later, peeps, but won't have proper phone connection til the end of the month. Bah.

this is a quick one

OK. Short sentences. The last week has been indescribable. Stressful. Hot. Full of tears and tantrums. Can't do it justice now, blogstyle. Going to bed before I dribble on the computer and electrocute myself.

My next post will be from Switzerland.

So long for now. I may be some time.

Help me

Stress. Je suis stresse. Ich bin gestresst (Ich habe Stress? Pete?)

I am surrounded by boxes and I can't cope. All our stuff must be ready to go by Thursday night. It's like exams: each time I swear I will pace myself and not cram like a lunatic the night before and I ALWAYS ALWAYS do just that.

I am never moving to another country again.

To top it all, an electrician came to the house today and said "circuit boards yap yap fuse RCD connector blah blah earth wire bonding yadda yadda yadda that'll be £750 please plus VAT"

By the way, anyone know how I can post other links on my blog site?