Apologies for the lack of reading material with which I've been providing you over the last few days. I'm sure you've all been going spare, not knowing where to turn...
Anyway, we went to the US Embassy last Wednesday for our interviews. It's a somewhat primitive process, similar to that you go through at the Sainsbury's deli. They give you a number (as opposed to you taking one from the machine) and you wait until your number is called. Instead of asking you what type of meat, fish or cheese you want, they take away your paperwork and ask you to sit down again. Then you've got to wait for your number to be called again for your interview. Four questions later, our visas were processed, and two days later, our passports were issued, complete with a visa allowing me to work in the US for the next three years - which is nice.
Spent the last few days helping my parents move house - 200 metres round the corner, but stressful and chaotic nonetheless. I think the lack of distance lulled all into a false sense of security (we can always go back for it a bit later) which later bit us. Anyway, all has gone well, and the relocation has been completed. It's been great to catch up with the family (bro' included) for the last few days, even if in such stressful circumstances.
BT's idiocy over transferring their phone means that I type this from a manky Internet cafe (it doesn't even have Word, so I'm struggling to find out how to get an acute accent over the "e" of "cafe" - I think you can do some form of crazy "alt + three digit number" combo, but I've not got time to trawl through them all). Back to London on Friday to catch up with some folks before heading back home to New York next Wednesday. Fingers crossed, start work on 25 October.
Glad to see that the numbers conundrum appealed to at least someone (AMS). There was some confusion between myself and Mr. Creutzberg as to whether He-Man was indeed the Master of the Universe, or whether it was actually "He-Man and the Masters of the Universe". Anyone? Also, my Dad threw in "Wilson: Trainer of Champions" for those of you the other side of 40 (or 50?).
