OK, now I've caught up on all your news, some of my own.
Tuesday morning - NZ house to check out visas and stuff. Whilst we were there, Met police ordered us all not to leave our rooms or go near the windows, this lasted for over an hour with police running around all over the place. Still don't know what happened but we got the all clear to leave eventually! I've been around alerts before, but never when I had Ry with me before. I know I'm being over dramatic, but it made NZ seem even more appealing.
Tuesday afternoon - Appointment with solictor to go over my termination agreement. W3 demanded a bit more money for holiday entitlement [cheeky emoticon], then signed and handed it in. So hopefully and scarily, 8 November I will be unemployed!!! And richer.
Wednesday - back went completely. Thankfully, am now taking serious drugs, but mornings still bad, esp when Ry wants picking up.
Thursday - I met my Father!!! It was surreal. Both very comfortable and ordinary, but also so huge! Basically he's just a normal 50-something bloke. Was meant to meet him for breakfast on Friday as well, but I literally felt emotionally hungover. And after this years PND, I know when to wind it all back, which is exactly what I did and stayed in with DH and Ry. I spoke to my Father again today and I think he's coming up to London next week.
Saturday - Had a special speedy appointment to get my passport updated to my married name so I can get my kiwi visa!
Yesterday - travelled to Bristol where I am right now, happily hitching on the next door neighbours weak wi fi signal (he knows).
Phew. So to sum up the last week, bomb scare, confirmation of redundancy, confirmation of move to NZ, back went and met my Dad! I really need this weeks holiday.
BTW - sick to death of my name, any ideas for new one? (My MN nickname that is, not changing my passport again! )