I am suffering from blogger's block. Have been for weeks now. And the reason is that I decided for no discernible reason that I wouldn't write about something which has been dominating my thought processes. To whit, we are in limbo. I know it looks like we've made a wonderful move to a beautiful rural idyll complete with chickens, garden and preserving pan. And this is of course all true. However, we are also waiting to hear whether Tom (and the rest of us) are going to get a visa to live and work in the States for the next three years. Now while I am fairly decisive - never known to hesitate over a menu, can choose a new car in an hour or so - the US Immigration Service is slightly slower. Which is of course understandable and just as it should be, but also, rather frustrating.
So here we are in limbo. I don't know if I'll be here or in San Francisco, in November. I haven't bought anything for the house for weeks and weeks, I debate over whether to book the girls into after school classes in September, I even wondered whether to plant another row of parsnips. Mind you, my friend Nicki, now resident in Canada but previously of N16 London fame, reminded me that she was in limbo for over two years. Rather put things in perspective.