Working Again, Finally.

The view from Reception.


My favourite moment today: I was walking to the train station after work*, in a light warm spring rain, with the unmistakable, incongruous smell of toast in the air.


*Phew! I have a temping assignment for the next fortnight at least.

I voted.

They may be uninspiring but they're all we've got.

I suspect it won't go our (my) way but I can only try. I am only one
vote.

I think a lot of people around the world just let out a collective held breath.


I'm not American in the slightest and yet, I feel ... proud? I'm not certain. But I was excited and refreshed cnn.com approximately 7000 times today.

Now if only New Zealand would vote for the left rather than the right.

9th November 2004 - 1st April 2007

Craig and I lived in our little house for 2 years, 3 months and 20 days.
It was the first house we lived in alone & the first house we lived in as Mr & Mrs.



Bu-bye Little House



Bu-bye Local Loon.



Just after we'd closed the door for the last time.


And now, we're sleeping at my parents' house in that cute little box-room I was so worried about. I shouldn't have.
(It used to belong to Jayne but she took my room when I moved out, so now we've switched!)
We made it super-organised and Craig and I fit almost comfortably! I like to think that it's preparing us for living in hotel rooms and flats and apartments.



For a tour of our little green and blue and white box room click here

So This is what I know, For sure ...

Yesterday after picking me up from work Craig and I were standing in our lounge when wordlessly he bent down and put a copy of our brand-new wedding dvd in the player.
Rajeev dropped off ten copies the night before and (as always with watching myself) I saw them as exciting but worrisome, a good keepsake but causing an oh-god-it's-me kind of feeling in the pit of my stomach.

(Besides, I'd been trying to remember the speech I made and whenever I did, I got the distinct feeling that I had seemed a complete berk. Which was quite appropriate really.)

But we watched it, and I cringed but it was lovely. Very well made, so much more than I could have hoped for, and while the cinematographer boys were worried about the sound at the reception (technical difficulties) I thought that what they ended up with was more than just adequate. We heard every funny and touching word possible.
And besides the undeniable poncey-ness of my accent, I didn't die while watching my own speech. I even managed an annoying-Keira-Knightly-in-Love-Actually moment of I look quite pretty.
I also noticed that the left side of my face moves a lot more than the right side. Crazy.
So we can have copies made, and I might just see if I can manage to put clips online or something as it's coming up to a year now!

Finally, sitting there, curled up on the couch with my head on Craig's shoulder and noticing, out of the corner of my eye, that he was mouthing his vows along with himself-on-t.v. was the most heartbreakingly perfect moment I'd had in a while.