Take two.

Hmm. Don't seem to be able to stick any photos in this blog yet. I shall try again in a mo.

Any way, We're off to Chile, then Peru, then San Francisco (for Christmas), then Auckland, Christchurch, Sydney-Dawin-Perth, Manilla-Hong Kong-Bangkok (take a breath), Jo-burg-Victoria Falls- CapeTown-Home. Jealous? You should be, matey.

Ooh. Look! I've managed to insert a picture. Things is lookin' up.

It's not easy going around the world, y'know. There are Things To Be Done.

One of the Things To Be Done is to let our flat. So, we have to make it look presentable when the letting agents come around. A Lick Of Paint is required. Hmm: A Lick Of Paint is a phrase what trips of the tongue readily enough, but conceals behind its three innocent sylabbles, a world of white spirit, wafer-thin dust sheets, sanding, sugar-soaping, effing and blinding, and, eventually, yer actual painting. (I had to curtail the list of horrors somewhat - it was making my headache in anticipation.)

Let's change the subject for a mo and see if we can't present you with a photo of Jules.

That's her halo, don't cha know.

Oh, she's up and about. More later.

Love and that, Dames.

Tea Minus Two Months, Five Days

Shhh!

It's about Eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning. I've already been to the shops and bought eggs and milk and OJ. I've made the tea, drunk the tea, let Jules' tea get cold, made another cup for Jules, and while that one cools, I've finally set up a wee blog.

Jules is, quite frankly, rubbish in the mornings; horrible to know before noon if she's been on the sauce the night before. Here's a picture of Jules:

(Don't worry: there are better ones.)

She's the most tremendous woman when she's got up and drunk her tea. She motivates and laughs and makes, quite justified, fun of me. Today, for example, we're making a start on the decorating of the bedroom. I'll be the one making excuses to do other stuff: "Oooh! Look! An interesting cloud!"; Jules, very sensibly, will be saying things like: "Yes, but it's not as interesting as the Guinness that will be coming your way when the sanding's all done. Don't cha think?"

You may already have guessed that alcohol is a great motivator in our lives.

"Why, oh why would you be a-decorating on this rainy Saturday in glorious August, Dames?", I hear you question. Ah, dear reader, here is the very nub, crux and raison d'etre of this blog what you is perusing. In two months and five days, Jules and Dames will be stepping aboard an Iberia flight from Heathrow to Santiago, Chile.