More house.

Sorry, Dad - still no garage pictures, unfortunately (but some garage-related info below). We forgot to take some when we were over there taking the pictures you saw in the previous post and the video below.

Mark took this video mostly for our own purposes - i.e. to help us remember the size of the rooms, placement of sockets, that kind of thing - rather than to show people what the house looks like, but hopefully it will give you a bit of an idea of the layout.

The video was small enough to upload direct into the blog - but it's the first time I've done that, so hopefully it will work.



The garage is just a single (double garages seem to be really rare over here - I think I've only seen one that I can remember), so we probably won't put a car in it - just the bike and other stuff we want to store. Possibly we'll put the stationary bicycle out there, it depends on how we use the rooms in the house. It has light and power, so Mark can sit and look lovingly at the motorcycle day and night.

The house has a name - though it still has a number as well, which is kind of different. I don't know if that means that it's still transitioning from a number to a name - I don't know how the crazy house naming system works over here. Anyway, it's called "The Wicket" (which is a cricket reference for those who don't know that already).

And we've officially started packing. Look - boxes!

Here it is!

We're moving! Again.

Because of a multitude of factors (which I will enumerate upon request), we are moving again. It will have only been eight months since our last move, but there you go.

We have found a nice detached house in our price range (which to me seems rare for this small island nation). It's not back in Clevedon, which was one of the things we were trying for, but it is closer to where we work, and in a nice area.

I won't give the address out here because I think a little part of Dad would die if I gave out my address publicly on the interweb. I almost resisted including this first picture of the front of the house, since it would probably be easy enough for someone who lived in the area to work out where it was and then track the blog to see when we're off on holiday and then come and steal all of our stuff, if they really wanted to, but it's the only picture I took that has Mark in it.

It's not perfect, and it isn't a new as the place we're in now, in terms of the insides. It also is probably pretty much as bad as you can get in terms of capturing any of the meager sun we get over here because everything is north-facing. But the amount of space we're getting, the lack of immediate neighbors, having a patio in the back and the garage make it really worth it. And we did a great deal with the agent - and how can you pass up a great deal?

This is the view from the upstairs front bedroom, which we'll probably use as our study, since it's going to be the sunniest room. Though I've just noticed that once that tree across the road is in bloom we're really not going to be getting much sun at all.

I wasn't paying attention when I took the photo, so you can see the reflection of the camera in the shot - that's what is making it look like it's one of those weird windows with the curved effect.

Sheep live across the road, and then there's a cricket pitch beyond that. Our Englishness goes to eleven.

This is the living room, with a door directly out to the back, which has a raised area with a trellis thing, then a couple of steps down to the rest of the backyard area. The back is all paved over with slabs, which is fine for me since all I want is a BBQ grill and lots of potted plants and it would be silly to have to mow a small square of grass throughout the summer. Though I guess the plants I find are going to have to really like cloud and shade so I might be a bit limited in my selection.

These are actually right next to the driveway - I just like how over here you know Spring is coming because first the snow drops come out everywhere and then all the daffodils.

Looking back over the post I kind of sound down on the place, but we really like it and it does everything we want it to do. I'm very excited and I think Mark is getting there. He still doesn't quite have enough excitement left over from his new motorcycle (did I tell you all about that? Why do you think we need a garage all of a sudden? ;) ) to be all that excited about the new place, but I think we'll both be really pleased when we've moved in.

We get the keys in a week's time and we'll start to move small stuff over in stages, and then move all the big stuff on the Thursday before Easter (we're taking the day off because over here Good Friday and Easter Monday are bank holidays) and be completely out of the place then. It's all very exciting!

The secret life of celebrities.

When trying to work out when Daylight Savings Time is over here, as opposed to in the US (which is mentioned on our lovely calendar, thanks, Jenny!), I discovered that Brad Pitt's ancestor invented Daylight Savings Time:

Picture of G.V. Hudson

Maybe this is why Brangelina are breaking up - disagreement about whether or not longer afternoons in the summer do in fact reduce electricity consumption and improve road safety.

Meet Ugli.

Have you tried an ugli fruit?




Compared to a grapefruit and an orange:



In its natural habitat:

I got a puzzle for Christmas.

Here I am, doing the puzzle.


The puzzle is progressing:


It is nearly done:

And this is the finished product:


I think you got a feel for what it was like putting it together.

Not quite snowmaggedon...

In light of the snow the East Coast just received, I thought it was time to blog about our own snowstorm, back in January.

It started at night:


A lot of workplaces told people to work from home, including mine - and Mark's meetings were also cancelled, so he was home, too (he's working in this picture - you can tell because that's his work laptop and his home desktop is not turned on):


This is a snowman our neighbor made:



There is a strip of grass between the sea front and the houses (Dad and Jenny, you may remember it is where the sand sculptures were when you visited). It was prime snowman-building land when the snow hit:


I was very impressed by this really tall one. They even used a carrot for the nose, and coal for the eyes, mouth and buttons, just like in storybooks:




I also liked this one, with a hat made out of snow. It kind of looks like a Pillsbury Snowboy from this angle:



It was crazy the way the snow came right down to the water's edge. This is the beach, and all of that snow is on top of sand (and that's Brean Down in the distance):


Haven't had any since this batch melted, a few days after these pictures, so I think we've had our portion for this year.