I feel as if I have been neglecting the blogosphere recently. It's partly because I've been stupidly busy, trying to organise the big move (just five weeks away), and partly because all of it is so, so tedious I don't want to bore myself with it, let alone anyone else.
So, I won't tell you about the long, long list of phone calls I have to make, letters I have to write and complicated online jungles I have to hack through in order to change postal addresses and reorganise direct debits. Or the hour and a half phone call The Doctor made to BT yesterday, just to cancel our broadband agreement. Or the army of electricians, estate agents, decorators, removal companies and others who have trooped through our house recently. Or how much it annoys me that every time I meet someone they ask me 'All ready to go yet, then?' (To which the answer is, and will be until about the day before we leave, NO).
I won't bore you with the news that The Doctor is looking more and more tense as the weeks go by. Whereas I have been worrying about the move since precisely January 3rd, and am now strangely calm about it all, it is as if it has only recently dawned on him that we are uprooting our entire lives to move to another continent. Not only that, but we still do not have our visas, or a house to live in in the US, or any plane tickets. All of which (for various dull reasons) have had to wait until the last minute. To add to the fun, we have a family wedding to go to in the Lake District, he has a conference to present at in Austria and oh, yes, the small matter of his PhD viva. I feel sorry for him, really I do, but at least it no longer feels as if I am the only one moving house.
But there are some comforts. The Littleboys are thankfully oblivious to the fact that we are about to whisk them away from the only home they have ever known. And there is the knowledge that the world is much smaller now than when my parents, at roughly my age, set off for Hong Kong. They had no internet, email or Skype. There was just the odd 'aerogramme' letter, and the only time we even made phone calls to relatives in the UK was on Christmas day. Whereas now, the lovely world of new meeja now means that I can keep in touch with my friends on a daily basis, look at their pictures on Facebook and talk to them on video calls.
If only American TV would show us the final episodes of The Apprentice, frankly it might be like we'd never left.