You read it right. We are on our way again. Moving, again, I hear you all say. Sadly it’s true. I sat and figured out how many times i’d moved in my 27 years on earth. It turns out that moving from Doncaster will be move number 37 for me. That’s right – a whopping 37!
The lady that we live with here in Doncaster, has decided that when she goes off to Australia, she wants her home locked down while she is away – with nobody staying in it.
Guess where that leaves us though? We’re back off on our travels to my folks. This time, we are going to be staying in the shed – or the pool house as I like to call it.
I think Jamie is more for this than I am. I am a little apprehensive about going back to the folks house. I think she is more for it because she has been given free reign in the shed. She has been told she can deck it out any way she wants. Uh-oh I hear you say for me.
My job ends this coming Wednesday (25 Oct) and i’m kinda happy about that. It also means I have to find another job though. The last couple of days of the week is for us to pack – yet again!
We figured that we’d say Sayonara to our wonderful landlady (Please note the oozing sarcasm in that sentence).
So, it’s been a while since I last wrote. I know that, but i’ve not had internet so I figure it’s ok that I haven’t.
We are now in Doncaster. It’s an ok sort of place. We live in a place called Barnby Dun. It’s an old persons village that’s for sure. I never got rid of the trains though. We are right by a level crossing and there are quite a few goods trains that pass by here. Oh well, you can’t win ‘em all.
I managed to find a job after being here for less than a week. I work for Doncaster Council in the social work section. It’s an ok job, but some stuff you read is quite disturbing.
I’ve managed to find my way around town. Ok, from home to work and church. I hear ya, it’s hardly town. You know what I mean though.
At the end of the month I start my courses for the Open University. I am doing a computing and maths course. These are going to count towards the degree that I want to do.
Other than that, there is nothing else to report – other than the fact that I got me a dang good wife!
Well, the time really has come for us to move. We finally have a date. We are moving on Saturday 2nd September. Are we happy? Yes & No
Yes, it gets us out of the caravan and out of this hellish town and into somewhere we can call our own
No, we don’t want to leave the branch that we have become acquainted with. I have been a member of the branch for quite a while myself.
So, that’s the scoop. We are really moving on now. It is so scary and exciting all at the same time.
Well, the time has come for Jamie and I to say a final farewell and goodbye to the town called March. You read it right – March – as in the month. I agree with you 100%, we thought it was a weird name too.
I’ve now got to try and figure out what I will miss about March, and to be honest with you – nothing really springs to mind right now. Let me see, I should be saying my family, the caravan, the noisy night time goods trains. I think the only one that is true is my family.
We are headed north to Doncaster. Although it is only 90 miles away, it is a fair trek in England. I can hear you Americans say 90 miles is nothing. I hear you, after doing 2000 miles in a car, 90 miles is a breeze.
I’m gonna put a couple of pictures in here so you all can see what wonderful things we are leaving behind on our move to Doncaster.
