It’s all about the preparation.

Although we don’t know any more about when we go, we do know that we need to start preparing certain things. I need a few lists and at the moment we only have the one. It doesn’t look very big either.

For a start there are the dogs. Two of them, two dogs. Double the costs to get them travel ready. This is going to hurt!

Poor Dave reacted fairly well when I broke it to him that my little trip to the “cheap” vets just cost him £315. He only swore the once as I recall. I think he was expecting a much longer list of treatments too!

Baxy took the treatment like a boss. I found this most surprising considering how scared he gets just getting hiccups. He just let the vets feel him all over, stick him with many needles, put some gunk up his nose and check out his teeth oh and talk to him in Italian. (Turned out the vet was Italian)

Archie on the other hand decided that he hadn’t had enough biscuits to be violated to such an extent. Despite rolling over to have the vet listen to his heart, Arch created such a fuss that the vaccinations had to be done in his leg. It took two of us to lift his lips up to check his teeth and as to the Kennel cough nasal thing, that ended up being sneezed back out over both me and the poor vet. At least I know I’ll be free from Kennel cough for the next 12 months.

Archie also managed to not limp long enough to get a passport and Bax managed to be brave and get his updated.

Both managed to scare some woman with a creature on a lead that needed weighing. Apparently it was a dog! She had the cheek to ask if my pups were nervous. Of course said thing then had to be cradled to protect it from the ferocious hounds that stood there licking their lips like a pair of wild wolves with their tails wagging fast as they could.

After dropping Nanny off I returned home with my brave little soldiers. Upon opening the boot to release them I was greeted with two lovely piles of sick. One by each of the hounds. They looked somewhat depressed at this point. Lovely!

As for the rest of the day, they were well behaved and quiet. I may see about getting the Raptors a Rabies jab.

I haven’t had the heart to tell my beasts or their Papa that thanks to the pain in the arse that is Brexit, all this could be futile and have to be repeated. In a mere two months their little passports could be worthless but we have to do it.

I don’t know what I’ll say to Arch if he has to have a blood test. 😬😬

More paperwork!

Its all good though.

In other news, the excitement levels are still high. Benji was disappointed because we weren’t going this week.

Kieran is looking forward to getting a fair amount of kitchen space back and has kindly told me we can take whatever of ours that we need to take as long as he doesn’t need it. I Made sure to thank him for this generous gesture. 😂😂

I’ve purchased a wet suit and managed to get myself into it. Luckily I didn’t quite look as bad as I thought I would and there’s enough pink in it to not make me bear a striking resemblence to Shamu. Dave looked at it and only slightly laughed. Result!

I am thinking of just walking round the house in it while the kids are at school. I literally sweat like a camels arse within a few minutes of wearing it. I could avoid thinking about going to the gym altogether if I just wore this outfit. The postman can’t look up from his shoes on a normal day so I should be safe.

The boys started to clear their bedroom for me. The bag for the tip seems to be empty as does the for sale pile. Their bedroom floor is now nowhere to be seen. I’ve been told that this is part of the long process and not to sweat it. I have to do parkour across their room when I need to open their curtain. Even Baxter has stopped going in to rob their teddies.

I think that’s all I’ve got to say for now. Thanks for reading this far.

Ciao for now peeps.

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Why are we always counting down?

So the deadline grows ever closer. Its a flipping nightmare, let me tell you. We make the decision, tell the kids, and then over night the doubt creeps in and we second guess that decision.

I say the doubt creeps in, it’s more like a big grey monster with a wet fish called Doubt that he slaps right across the side of your face. Makes you second guess everything.

The little Larges have been convinced, I think it was the thought of a Private school that did it for them. As Benji said “that sounds Posh”. I don’t think he appreciated the skills he was taught as his old Italian school. Harry is just agreeing with everything right now. I have no idea why and I’m sure all will become apparent soon enough.

How easy it is to give advice. If a friend of mine said they had this opportunity I’d tell them to grab it and run. Don’t look back. Everything would work out fine. How many of us would actually listen to our own advice? Do we still live by what we would tell others? If we don’t appear supportive we worry and therefore give what is possibly bad advice? Hmm, this is too deep for a Sunday.

1 day, that’s what’s left to decide our future. The future of the Raptors. The future of the dogs. And the Cat, I’ve even worried what the cat will think.

Benji goes to secondary school in three years, how will he adjust if we come back then. You should hear how Dave moans about going half way round the world via all methods of transportation. Legs, car, bus, tram, train, motorbike and subsequently air. (He once got knocked over by a motorbike that sent him flying. Most of you will know the story as he’s bound to have told you. If not, just you wait, your time will come)

I love Sicily, I love the people there and the people we met. Anyone we had a problem with had a British accent and likely to boil a bunny at any given moment. We British appear to be very snobby when it comes to travelling across the world and yet I’m not sure why when you look at the amount of rubbish here that litters the rural lanes.

Warmth, the Husband is obsessed with the warmth. Apparently it’s got something to do with the fact he’s Mediterranean. He gets the right ‘ump if you point out that technically it should only be 1/4 of him that needs to be warm considering this is the amount of him that is Mediterranean. I’m distantly Irish but you don’t see me claiming to need Potatoes all day long.

Either way we choose we are aware of the disappointment we will be causing. It’s not an easy thing to live with. And yet, who are our biggest concerns? Shouldn’t it be how we feel? not worry about how others are disrupted by what we choose?

I think the thought of clearing out all the house is scaring me silly. It’s not till you move that you realise you’ve got a hoarding addiction much worse than any problem Steptoe had. I just have to look in my bedside cabinet at the cough sweets that expired in 2014 (a year after our last move). I know, I know I should really chuck them away. My Nan though was feeding my brother and I the same pack of sticky barley sugars and Tunes right through the 80’s and 90’s. We survived that although we now have very few teeth left.

Anyway, I could ramble on for hours and as Dave probably stopped reading 9 paragraphs ago, I’ve gone on too long.

Have a lovely Sunday people.

Ciao for now!

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