Living in Limbo: Part 2
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I've realised that it's 6 weeks since I last wrote this blog and you may have been wondering what we've been up to. Thinking of a title wasn't difficult because in so many ways we have both felt like we have been living in limbo again. This time it's not due to managed isolation or COVID-19 but because moving to a new country takes a patience and a lot of red tape-crossing. We're doing ok and I feel guilty even having a little moan about feeling in limbo when we know what our families and friends are putting up with in Lockdown Part 2 in the UK and elsewhere. Believe me, we think of you daily and so wish you could experience the liberties we have here. Anyway, I reckon you probably clicked onto this blog for a rest from the thought of the pandemic, so I will try to avoid any talk of viruses! Our first hiccup was when we awoke one morning to find diggers in the property next to us. After living next door to hideous building noise for more than 10 months (includi