The container arrives

Hurrah hooroooooo the container is here! The day came at last when we were reunited with our stuff, the precious mementos, books, toys, clothes and interiors that we couldn't bare to leave behind and consequently paid good money to be shipped across the world to join us.



Assessing the damage


Now you'd think when you're setting up a new life and have carefully and articulately packed everything, the people dealing with said shipment would give a s**t. Well, no as it appears. All of the boxes had been un-sealed (presumably when they went through customs) and stuff taken out, xmas presents opened, books flitted through, light shades tampered with and then all thrown back in like a piece of rubbish. Our beautiful mirrors are shattered, the french clock we bought on honeymoon is ruined and many of our books have split spines or creased front pages. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

As a warning to you all, NEVER use First Contact Shipping...they are the LAST contact you should resort too. Time for a stern letter methinks - who knows I may actually write it this time....

Aside from that, we had a great day. Met up with travelling buddy Luke, Joanna and adorable Harry for a quick beer fix at Clancy's Fish Bar, then down to the beach for a swim and a run around. This was our first stop to City Beach and I loved it. Standing there watching the kids laugh their socks off as the waves came in was wonderful, the water was the most beautiful blue I've ever seen and it was one of those genuine moments when you know it's all worth while, that the decision we made was the right one. Phewee.

D's out for beers tonight so I am going to read Grazia and head for Bedfordshire. Cyclone tomorrow apparently!

Nighty night night xx