Sorry about the wait. It’s been a bit hectic around here, if it doesn’t rain it pours!

We’re back on for Pakistan, since we’ve invested more money than we can afford already and Gulf Air will not even consider refunding in whole or part – or even changing our tickets, we have to use them or lose them. Our insurance will not cover us unless the doctor of the father of the bride completes 5 pages of confirmations and affirmations that he did or didn’t do this etc which he can’t because, well just because… (I won’t go into it here). So there we are. Surely there’s a lesson in here for us, and I can promise you we’ve learnt it. Sadly. Nevermind our trip will go ahead the best way possible. I’ve been busy annoying travel companies in Pakistan to get a new itinerary drawn up for the two of us to explore up north. We’re down to two choices: either heading up the KKH towards China to see the amazing mountainous scenery and doing a few light treks or else taking the road from Peshawar and hopefully venturing out onto the Khyber Pass (don’t worry mum, we’ll only go if it’s relatively stable politically…) visiting a little north into the Swat Valley then heading down to the cultural capital of Lahore. Both trips have plus and negative points and I’m working on my decision matrix right now! If anyone has suggestions, please feel free to comment.

The saga in Montreal continues. Flat available, no tenant. Had some promising news yesterday, potential tenants came forward looking for 3 years, almost too good to be true.

No heat or hot water. Again. I can’t even begin to talk about it, it just gets me so angry. Such a shame we’ll be leaving Glasgow after a fabulous 3 years with bad memories of an otherwise fantastic apartment. Third time in 3 months…..

I know it all sounds bad, but there has been some good over the last week or so. We had a fantastic sushi dinner last Thursday night here with 4 friends, Joanne and I became master sushi chefs for an evening and it all worked perfectly (thanks to Milene for her sushi rice and amazing Tarte Tatin recipes!). Race night on Friday night in aid of raising money for Thales participants in the London/Paris bike ride. It was hilarious, I’ll write more later, suffice to say we lost everything but had a ball doing it – and I’ve even managed to become a regular at the gym again and the yoga teacher can remember my name! So it’s not all bad….

I’m off to my french lesson this morning…. hopefully she’ll go easy on me this week!