Next project:World Peace

It's crisis time in the L and S-D-W-B's household with Wombie laughing his ass off at his/her over-stressed paranoid parents. To make the time EVEN MORE FUN, L and I are moving house in only two sleeps time. So right now it's: pack pack pack, eat eat eat (and sleep sleep sleep, but only for me as L has taken to napping like a bat).
It feels like a crazy time to be doing all this: pregnancy, exams, end of year schedules, etc. but it also feels so right. L keeps saying that if someone had told her at the beginning of the year that she'd be pregnant and moving she'd would've laughed at them. Well, who's laughing now? Maybe all this is tapping into my childhood love of boxes and fortresses, maybe it's the nurturing, animalistic nature in us, maybe it's just plain stupidity, but I don't care - it's fun! We have most of the house packed into boxes, but it looks more like an overflowing bathtub than a packed house ready to be moved. Stuff just keeps spilling out of the strangest places, and try as we may the house will just not empty (dammit).
Then we have the beauty of TIFA (This is *&^%ing Africa) and all bureaucratic stupidity must make a grand entrance at some point or other. Electricity is not simply something that turns on a light. No, no my friend. It is a Cecilia that sits big and plump behind a desk with her Chicken lunch (not the salad type) in hand and says with her eyes, "What can you do for me?" And how L loves a challenge. This little experience nearly resulted in us quitting the move and becoming squatters in our current residence. But, I digress!
Last night was one of those beautiful, romantic moments that rarely happen in this life. L and I went to the new house to receive the keys (the "hand-over" they call it). With all the joy of a 5-year-old at Christmas, we walked through the empty house, hand in hand, and then set the alarm (TIFA) and then strolled round the garden. Unbeknown to us (until just before it happened), we had only two minutes to get out the yard before the alarm went off. And so before we knew it, sirens were blaring and I was struggling to get back into the house. And would you know it, I broke the key. Of course! All romanticised memories quickly vanished and this left L plonked down on the step of her beautiful new house. Oh well!
Come Monday, Wombie and L will have a home and it is a beautiful one. Come what may, we'll take it in our stride. L's soldiering through and convincing me daily that she must surely be English (stiff upper lip and all).
Now for my next trick, I just need to get her to sleep the night through. Once I've accomplished that, it's off to war torn Africa to begin bringing World Peace.
What I've learnt so far: Hair growing began this morning and a change in hairstyle isn't as good as a holiday!