Old Basing

After Al got back from Aus. We hired a car in order to buy a car and after spending a weekend roaming around Basingstoke looking for cars we gave up and went sight seeing. We went to Old Basing. We went to look at Basing House which is actually a ruin of a manor house but unfortunately it was closed so instead we walked around the village of Old Basing and took in the little thatched roof cottages and had a fantastic walk through the churchyard. The cemetery was overgrown with brambles and ivy but there were walkways through it. The old tombstones were beautiful emerging from the ivy and hidden in amongst the autumn trees. It was really lovely.

Back blogging and coming up in the world

Hi, y'all. No I'm not back in the states but in Basingstoke, Hampshire UK. Lots has happened since I last posted a blog. We have moved twice, I got a job, Al went back to Aus (sadly for his darling Aunty Pam's funeral) and came back (thank God) and now we are house sitting in Basingstoke and looking for a car.

We moved for one night to another hostel and then to a so called holiday let for the same price. It was a bed sit with an insy winsy kitchen and a bathroom that was down the hall. We had our own key and didn't have to share with any one else but the shower didn't work and the bog was so close to the bath Al had to put his feet in the tub to crap. To wash my hair I had to sit in the bath and pour a bucket of water on my head. No offence to any poms reading this but our experience so far is that English plumbing is the worlds worst. Every shower we have used has been bloody useless. Although we at least have hot water and reasonable water pressure here in Basingstoke.

I have a job in Twickenham where I work as a care manager for a people with learning disabilities team. The staff are friendly and helpful and two lovely Irish nurses helped me move all our stuff to Basingstoke while Al was gone. Apart from having one case from hell, the work is reasonable and I am starting to get into my role. I still have no idea how the NHS, Housing and Social Security systems work but I'm working on it. The down side is that I leave Basingstoke at 6:14am on the bus to the station and after two train rides I arrive in Twickenham at 8:33am. Coming home is a bitch because the train arrives about 3 minutes after the bus leaves and I have to wait 20 mins for the next bus. If I don't catch the right train from Twickenham I don't get home until 8pm. Glad I'm not going to be doing this for ever.

We hired a car this weekend and drove around looking at car yards to buy a car and then gave up and went sight seeing. I have some lovely pictures of Old Basing. This is a very picturesque place. I will post pictures later. Anyway, its Sunday night and if I don't hit the sack by 9pm I'll be wrecked tomorrow at work. See you all anon.