I am not good at keeping secrets, which is why this blog has been a bit all over the place lately. I have been skirting around the real issues which have been dominating our lives. The title of this post was composed MONTHS and MONTHS ago in the hope that one day, I would be able to use it. (The Jabberwocky is my favourite poem and the only one I can confidently recite all the way through.)
After months, nearly a year even, of stress, of worry, of all kinds of penny pinching, of living on the edge in a way I hope never to have to do again, my dearest husband has a job again. It means yet another international move (back to Singapore which we left 11 years ago) but it's all good. Let the adventures continue.
****Hilde, if you are reading this; it's all your fault! I said the minute I knew you were moving to this country that it would mean that it was time we moved on. We are fated never to be in the same country again!!!*****