I finally finished all the outstanding work work that I had pending and can now seriously tackle the business of moving. Leaving college was the hardest thing to do. I really thought I'd be there forever.
I received lovely presents, I was very touched by the thoughfulness of the choices.
Best of all was the good wishes of so many people that I have grown to love, I nearly changed my mind there and then.



The leaving students also had a gathering. Here's us all eating cake and laughing at each others' bad jokes.

Last Friday, just one day after the London bombings Ian went down to the capital to sort out the paperwork for our move. Certificates had to be notorised, then certified by the Foreign and Commonwealth Office (FCO), then by the UAE Embassy.
The paperwork had come back twice already, so he went in person to make sure we got it right.
The FCO had a queuing system set up and running soon Ian was on his way to the Embassy.
He got there 5 mins after it shut, BUT the lady in charge of certifying documents was just happening to be walking up the stairs past reception (she usually takes the lift) and was willing to help. Mashallah.

Back home, the house sale is not going ahead at the moment. The buyer's buyer dropped out. That is very very frustrating.

We went for our injections. Ian had his earlier in teh day - he was due loads of boosters too, so looks like a pin cushion. Mine was a single jab. Heather took her 2 jabs very bravely.
One in each arm.

Alexandra squeezed herself onto the corener and refused to come out. We tried twice more, to no avail.
Ah well - another day then.