You hear that, Mr Andersen?

I'm satisfied I've got this far.

Popped over to the Girl's flat, as Jenni has secretly dubbed it, and checked out the spaces I'm going to be occupying. Yes, I agreed to move in without even looking at the room - I suppose this is a testament to how good a flatmate Giffy was, or how good I think the others are likely to be. It did make me realise that there will be a certain amount of ponderous car coreography, since Giffy will almost always leave for work and arrive home before me, and the double garage isn't side-by-side. Margie mentioned that it was a pity that I'm no longer in my Mini. (For those who don't know, I am now driving a big white 20-or-so year old Mercedes-Benz - originally my grandfather's, then my great-uncle's, then my grandfather's again. Apart from having to assure my workmates that I have not joined the Russian mafia, it's been great.)

Everything is going fairly smoothly.

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At some point, I will have enough time to work out if it's possible to have a list of the most recent comments, to make it easier to spot if someone says something. Unfortunately, that will involve reading the documentation, and I don't see time opening up for that in the near future.

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Investigated getting an international driver's license, and found out that it's remarkably easy - just bowl up to an AA center with a passport photo and $15, plus postage. Distressingly easy, in a way; if there were stringent criteria and an exam, then I'd feel that the tourists careening around NZ (or the UK, for that matter) had some idea of what they're doing. I suppose that this may be why people at work told tales of woe about how hard it was to get car insurance without a proper British driver's license.

Having the option to rent a car makes things more interesting - it puts Hay-on-Wye within striking distance, for example. And I think it would be interesting/neat to drive about in rural England for a bit. I wonder whether I can persuade my sister to take a field trip, and act as my interpreter. (Judging from my Newcastle experience, there's a good chance that I'd have more trouble understanding people in some parts of England than I did in Norway. Possibly vice-versa, as well.)

Of course, I'm not sure having more options is actually very helpful in my quest to decide what I'm going to do...

Posted by svend at July 6, 2004 7:41 AM