Well what a strange few days it has been...
After the initial shock of the lack of accommodation in KL, the additional visa paperwork and the trauma of the carboot, Ive been trying to focus on my 'things to do list' and slowly pass on as many of our possession, to unsuspecting friends, in a bid to clear the house and get it fit for marketing.

Cyberjaya, Malaysia

Needing to travel 35 mins into work / school every day is a tragedy. But as this is not a April Fool's Day prank, it is time to start looking closely at the town and resort in which we will be staying until at least November 2014.

Cyberjaya, I am told, was opened in 1997 and forms the multi-media backbone or was it super corridor of KL. Like many of the modern townships, it's a new area built around an industrial / business area / science park. This town aspires to be the Silicon Valley of Malaysia. Does that mean there are lots of boob-jobs here? There is also a super-duper mall due to open later in 2014, just in time for the arrival of Gin the super-duper shopper.

The resort, its self, sounds and looks idylic. Our accommodation is an apartment on the Cyberview Spa and Resort. The pool is out of this world, hence our new nickname of Cyberspace.

But for now, it's back to reality in Corby

and the mammoth list of things to do. But as usual, when I have a million and one things to do, what do I do? Pop for a few drinks with my mates. Come on, I have to make the most of it while I can. It's not going to be so easy to just pop to Kettering's Aura or walk to The Raven whenever I want, is it?.

April is here but no news on my visa... I sent the paperwork by 'super extra expensive, so it'll arrive in five days, international air postage on 22nd February, but no news of arrival.

This got me thinking about identity theft.  It can't be too difficult to become me, in cyberspace, once you have a colour copy of my passport, birth certificate, marriage certificate, the paperwork for hubbie and kids, and both J and mine examination certificates.  Hence panic.

I decided to call.  The bad news was deliver with nonchalance.  My photographs were the wrong shade of blue.  Worst still, the paperwork needed to be legalised, certified and then sent to KL to support the application....   what does this all mean?  So I called the High Commission... oh!  It's all about money is all I can think.  It means £35 per document, a four week delay and then we can send off the visa app.

VISA = money!

So I need to raise another £140.  Well as standing on my street corner will put me on the prohibited list, I thought how else can I get cold and make a fool of myself haggling over 20p, of course, a car boot.

Well I'm not an expert, having only done one before with my mate, and having only visited two others in the last 25 years, but it was a good morning.   In a lovely rural Northamptonshire village, Holcot was fine.  

Holcot Carboot

What an experience!   I had forgotten how awful it was unloading the car.  Gin was shoved out of the way by two old men who were trying to rummage in the bags in the boot before we had taken them out of the car.  Another two immaculately dressed and pressed men wanted to know did we have any LPs.   The concept of LPs on a 15 year old is lost.  Even though we currently have to step over this box to reach the plug socks in the lounge: 

LPs: Gin didn't have a clue what they were talking about.  

So arriving home with most of what I'd taken and fifty quid in my pockets wasn't too bad for a morning's work.

Next stop Uppingham Book shop to swap my best literature and Gin's vampire plastic  literature for a twenty and we had made it to the half way mark.

My only hope is that this is the last of the big payments for a while.  Shipping doesn't take place for six weeks so that is plenty enough time to sell a limb or two.

But in the meantime, my living room looks like I've been burgled.  Roll on the 9th August.

I want a Rupert!

It's been forever since I wrote here.  I've had so much on, I haven't been able to think straight.

Since my last post, I attended a course in London on 6th March.  I did the commuter's journey, leaving here at 730am to arrive there for 830am.  That was the easy bit.  The tube from St. P to Bank and back, involved being pushed, shoved, stamped on and sneezed at. Lovely!   It was a blessing to arrive back at here at 6pm, shattered, bruised and feeling dirty.

To make matters worse MF told me he had little fuel.  Strange, as I'd put £50 in the day before.... oh no!  Not this again.   The overwhelming smell of fuel carried me half way home when MF decided he would show me his kangaroo impression again.

What again?  I hear you cry.  Yes, this old China!  Although I haven't let him get below a quarter of a tank, it seems the sludge in the tank had been stirred up again.

We stop-started all the way home; It took us until just after 730pm, for a normal 20 min journey.   At least I was home.

Over the next few days the £50 of fuel was soon gone.  This was when I considered checking my fuel receipts.  I had been putting in about £45 every 12 days.  That's a gallon a day for a 7 mile return journey.   Oh dear!

I got him looked at.  The news was disastrous.  He had a fuel line / pump issue.  This made him dump fuel every time he was started or stopped, hence smell and fuel loss.

The car man said £250 parts, labour and no car for three days - so taxi costs too.  Time to cut my losses.

So I called "We buy any shed" and they took him away to the great scrap yard in the sky.

So, I'm car less for the second time in four months.  This time I've spent £1300 (less fuel) for a shed for three months... the Higgs, all sleek and sexy and clean, only cost my £300  a month car loan - great!

This time I put Superman on the case and within days I had another new car.  An older, cleaner, neater, tidy, cleaner, less lumps, bumps, cracks, cleaner car. MOT till Nov and Tax till we go.  Sorted!

She is lovely.  Gin has decided I should give her a girl name this time... third time lucky!   Well, the best part of collecting Victoria - the last owner was  Peterborough United fan - was meeting the owner's Rupert.

He was so excited to see us, he did a little wee.   Both Gin and I have decided that we want a Rupert too.

brown chihuahua (clipped to polyvore.com)