The days of our lives....

So I've been here three weeks, and I've managed five short posts. I have to say I'm not convinced this one will be of epic proportions either - its 10.30pm, way beyond my bedtime these days, but I'll do my best.

Work is going well. I've had some time off to spend with my mum, so this week looks as if it will be mega catch-up time. But I'm enjoying it.

Spending my time wizzing between support groups and meetings and photography projects and english classes and homework clubs and vomitty children and conferences....well, we all know its what makes me happy :-) And I'm enjoying getting to know my lovely boss better and better. Although she's increasingly one of the few Anglicans I actually like ;-). More on that another day. To the left are a couple of pictures taken at and on the way home from a half-day refugee conference.

B goes from strength to strength. I can't help but marvel at her resiliance. Our relationship has gone from abysmal (I was simply ignored), to wonderful. She calls my house 'home' and asks if she can come round every day. I make her lunch every morning, and one for her best friend, and so lunchtime has become one of the highlights of her day. Its meant something new for me too. I will never wake up late again! Knowing how disappointed she'd be if I didn't arrive, there is no way I could wake up any later than 6.45am! I love every second I get to spend with her and her best friend. What a joy!


So that's life here in the beloved country. I'm settled but stressed but happy!

Next week - photos of the house! In the mean time, there's a few from the botanical gardens over here.

I can't recommend highly enough...

this post. It says it all really.

And in other news, its time to get a bit of a debate going. Am I happy single, or am I just too damn lazy to get out there and date?! Just a thought....