7 weeks I have been here. Someone told me that I will never have that same feeling I had in Chicago when after a month or so it suddenly dawned on me that I actually lived there and wasn't on holiday. This morning I needed convincing though when the alarm went off at 6am, but then I looked out of the window....
Bermuda is a small a place, reminiscent of an English village 20 years ago. People say hello in the street, a mugging is headline news, the shops don't open on a Sunday and the post comes when it feels like it. Work has been occupying a lot of my time, both here in the office and in my head, and the new job needs a lot of attention. Therefore, what with my trip back home, I still haven't found a routine, which despite my temerity for a bit of chaos, I actually like a bit of routine. Anyway more on my early Bermuda discoveries shortly.
My new cable service doesn't seem to have a lot of watchable television on it. A mix of Bermudian and American channels is not going to win many Baftas, but I do have Fox Soccer
as part of my $68 'Classic Pak' selection! And therefore I can get up in the morning and watch the boys
on the box. I toyed with encouraging a Bermudian Charlton contingent to have a pub breakfast but one is away and then I found out that the pub only opens in time for the 'real football' at 11am!
I am beyond team selection and predicting scores, but I do hope for a stirring performance, particularly as Charlton have chosen this game to launch their 'Street Violence Ruins Lives'
campaign. A sad reminder of how the country and in particular the area I spent the majority of my life living has changed in the time I have been away.
The Addicks are changing too, but it doesn't mean I love them any less but if they can blow me a big kiss tomorrow, then it will at least make that little part of south London a happier place.