time marches on

For Whom the Bell Tolls? It waits for no-one. yadda yadda yadda As I sit watching the conclusion of the Men's Australian Open final (I digress here by considering why, of the Grand Slam tournaments, only Wimbledon is known by the location, as opposed to the country where it is hosted. Even then I still have my doubts as to whether the AELTC is actually in Wimbledon having lived in that locale for many years.....digression over) I am eager to get moving (literally) with the process to re-locate to Australia. Not sure whether the driver to re-locate is some childish impatience or if it is to escape the relentless criticism and comment from my dear M-i-L who is clearly against the decision to go. With regards to time.....it is indeed marching on. My impatience to move will only grow as the significant milestones get nearer. The date to leave our house, the date that we will have to move in with the in-laws (vicious circle this I foresee), date to have an almighty lager fest to celebrate going with nearest and dearest and finally the actual date to take off (possibly only 7 weeks away). Enough for now.