As you may have noticed, then, we are back from our Grand Tour Of The Far South. It's taken me all this week to get going again, despite the triumph of coming home to find that we'd sold thirty-odd books and bits of kibble on ebay.
After a mammoth parcel wrapping and posting session, the next thing that I did was make an appointment with the doctor, told him about my grand fish-oil plan and asked him about coming off anti-depressants. He was incredibly supportive. We've worked out a six-week winding down period that he says should produce no ill-effects, and he was also really positive about our adoption plans. Quote: "I don't think you will have any problems at all with adoption. Just be honest about your situation, and when they write to us for a reference, we know you very well". Unquote.
The Baby Catalogue came this morning, and we have identified some children that we are interested in. We are going to ring up for some more information about them later on today. I am trying not to get too obsessive about this, however one looks at it, it is a long process.
Work-related stuff I can now emphatically not put off any longer today includes:
- Chasing the financial advisor, to get them to chase the bank, to get the them to chase the surveyor, so that I can tell the estate-agent-from-hell whether or not we are going to be able to proceed with buying the office that smells slightly of drains.
- Chasing people who owe us money - always good for a laugh.
- Writing a training plan, as we have finally found a government agency who is prepared to give us some match funding for training instead of just talking about it and swearing blind that there is funding available, but not until [an unspecified and fictional time period away].
- Trying to work out why B's laptop can't see the main machine on our mini-network, despite the fact that everyone else is able to see him.
To achieve this, I have made a pact with myself that I am not going to look at my blog-stats until I've worked through the list :).