Saturday morning we fly to Canada — and we’re sort of ready. Almost. Nearly.

OK we’re not even slightly ready. We’ve bought suitcases though, bright orange Samsonite solid things, cost the earth but they will also outlast the earth. In a billion years time, post universal war 4, all that will remain of humanity will be these suitcases. Not that you’ll find much intelligent life in my underwear.

We’ve mostly completed the landing list (2 copies required, one to be stamped, one to hand into Canadian customs), a list of everything we are bringing in now and everything that will be following later. We’ve drawn out the proof of funds, 15,350 Canadian dollars and done a test pack of the cases. Robyn has some new toys for the flight and I’ve got a load of kiddy DVDs for her to watch on the plane — powered by the purchase of an airplane laptop power adapter. It’s a 9.5 hour flight, she will drive us, and everyone around us, mental. Ah well.

We all have to go though and get our Canadian Visas stamped. Then we’re part British, part Canadian. On landing in Vancouver we don’t go through the normal customs, we enter the Canadian line — then get questioned by immigration officials (rubber hose time).

How frightening and cool is that. Canadian eh.

I just about finished painting the house last night, ignoring the woodwork that still needs to be glossed, that means the house is 95% ready to go on the market. Even if we put it on now it won’t sell until March 2006 due to the christmas lull in the housing market. I could rush and get it on this week but with so much else going on I doubt we can manage that. Looks like it will be going on the market in January instead, least we’ll have the whole place 100% done by then.

Hair cut later, then another go over the landing list, hopefully this afternoon I’ll get time to do some writing. Not managed that in a week, though I’ve been dropping in new ideas taken from ‘War for the Oaks.’ I’m now going to be shocked if I get this book completed by the end of December.

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