Monday 28 July 2008
The Sunday newspaper, how nice.
I hate unpacking. Still.
A short week this week in Bermuda as the island shuts down to a cricket match between the two ends of the country over four days next weekend. More on what is called Cup Match later in the week.
I actually, like an awful lot of other ex-pats will take the opportunity to fly home for 11 days to spend some quality and sadly long-overdue time with my son and my parents in Eastbourne. Such is the rush to get off the island this week, the daily BA flight from Hamilton to Gatwick on both Tuesday and Wednesday were full, so I'm on the Thursday night one, arriving early Friday. It is then a short drive to my parents. In fact flying into Gatwick and not Heathrow as I used too, from Chicago, saves me about two hours in the car.
We have plenty of activities planned and hopefully the weather stays good. My trip is of course rounded off by the Swansea game a couple of days before I fly home the day of the Yeovil game unfortunately.
Our house is starting to slowly resemble a home, although we are still waiting on another delivery of some stuff. We were told all the important items would be sent first, which I guess means that our ski's are more essential than our garden furniture and barbeque! I do hope to have the wireless up and running later today, although television might take a bit longer. However after coming across Newspaper Direct, we still have much of yesterday's Sunday Times to read.
If you live overseas and have never come across Newspaper Direct, it is a simple but ingenious idea where full copies of international newspapers are digitially printed on a broadsheet format and delivered by 10.30am wherever you are in the world. I can't tell you how excited I was yesterday sat reading the paper with my cornflakes.
In fact at about twenty past ten I got a call from the local distributor trying to find our house. A few directions and voilà, within minutes the paper was sat on the front doormat. ¶ 08:35
A short week this week in Bermuda as the island shuts down to a cricket match between the two ends of the country over four days next weekend. More on what is called Cup Match later in the week.
I actually, like an awful lot of other ex-pats will take the opportunity to fly home for 11 days to spend some quality and sadly long-overdue time with my son and my parents in Eastbourne. Such is the rush to get off the island this week, the daily BA flight from Hamilton to Gatwick on both Tuesday and Wednesday were full, so I'm on the Thursday night one, arriving early Friday. It is then a short drive to my parents. In fact flying into Gatwick and not Heathrow as I used too, from Chicago, saves me about two hours in the car.
We have plenty of activities planned and hopefully the weather stays good. My trip is of course rounded off by the Swansea game a couple of days before I fly home the day of the Yeovil game unfortunately.
Our house is starting to slowly resemble a home, although we are still waiting on another delivery of some stuff. We were told all the important items would be sent first, which I guess means that our ski's are more essential than our garden furniture and barbeque! I do hope to have the wireless up and running later today, although television might take a bit longer. However after coming across Newspaper Direct, we still have much of yesterday's Sunday Times to read.
If you live overseas and have never come across Newspaper Direct, it is a simple but ingenious idea where full copies of international newspapers are digitially printed on a broadsheet format and delivered by 10.30am wherever you are in the world. I can't tell you how excited I was yesterday sat reading the paper with my cornflakes.
In fact at about twenty past ten I got a call from the local distributor trying to find our house. A few directions and voilà, within minutes the paper was sat on the front doormat. ¶ 08:35
