Hellos and Goodbyes.

So starts the horrific task of saying goodbye to people. Although in the grand scheme of things ten months of things isn't all that long, saying goodbye to people that you love and care about is horrible, as I am starting to find. I am trying to concentrate on the positive things and how amazing Calais is going to be, but I have so much to do before I go (I am starting to become really anal about what I have to do) and so little time.


Had a bonkers weekend, went to visit the Father and his family. I met my new half-brother Jack (below) and said goodbye to him and the rest of the family all in one big hit. 

That was weird, I don't see my dad all that much but to know that I am off to Calais and I am not going to see them until next year...its slightly unsettling. Jack is a cutie, and it's always lovely to see Eve, although she doesn't quite understand the idea of her brother and the fact that her sister is going away for a while. Ah well, this is what Skype is for - message me if you want my Skype name.


It's funny, I am really starting to enjoy things that I am not going to have when I am in Calais, like I loved tootling around in the van today, and have even volunteered to do another day in it (and if it means I don't have to do crappy deliveries - like Blackburn Debenhams, which is a shocker of a place to get to then all the better). And I am really enjoying work as well, not that I don't normally, but I am super enjoying it. I feel like I am really getting to grips with the whole wine tasting thing, and although I need to bump on my product knowledge it is all going well.


Calais is really starting to freak me out, I am so excited - strolls on the beach and meeting new people is all so exciting but I am sad to leave my Mum and I am worried and so many things. I booked my EuroTunnel ticket - completely got my timings wrong for getting from Chog to Folkestone but hopefully that will give me more time to get down there (and wee stops and such). I do enjoy the EuroTunnel, but so starts the endless questions of what I can take over there with me on the train thing. Can I take my knitting needles is the big question I have. There is NO WAY I can live ten months without my knitting, trivial to most, vital to me.


Sorry if this is a little boring, hopefully when I get over there things might get slightly more interesting in terms of what you will read.


This evenings plans consist of Portuguese wine - Tesco's (OhMyGod - Traitor), dead people on the television and pretend packing...n'night.