A job offer

<-- boxes and stuff everywhere. What a mess!

All our furniture ready to go on the truck. About 160kms and 7 stops (Mum's, Felicity's, Steve and Ang's, Evonne's, Bo and Igor's, Baka's and Adam's). The whole day went perfectly, and we expected complete disaster. Thanks Orana truck rentals and the completely awesome 4.2m Hino 616. What an awesome truck. If it drank less, it would be the family car. -->


HR finally interviewed me in February. It seemed the job was a goer. 2 bosses from France came out about April, and gave me a contract. 6 weeks holidays, so many public holidays, and 1.5 days off per month; how could you say no? So, I told work I was leaving, we sent our stuff to France, and then left our home, just as our work permit was approved. Great timing! Then all we needed was a national criminal statement for every country we've lived in for the past 10 years, and to try to get an appointment with the consulate while most of their workers were on holidays. Not great timing!

So while we tried to work out who to ask for a criminal record in the USA, we stayed at everyone's homes again, after swearing off doing so.

It was a nice way to say goodbye to everyone though, and great to spend a huge amount of quality time in people's homes.


<-- photo of Ollie taken with his brand new camera, of him on his brand new scooter. Do you think kids are spoilt these days?

Marie laughs since the camera looks like a fake kids one. It works fine! -->