Power cuts and piss pots

On 5th January 2008 I packed up the mog mobile with as much of my stuff as it would carry (which admittedly barely made a dent in my vast collection of quality items which Ben would probably refer to as pointless tat) and drove over to Anglesey to move in with my man.

Only 6 days in and its already proving to be interesting. It doesn't actually rain all the time but when it does it makes up for the fact that it wasn't raining earlier. On Tuesday night the power went off for a couple of hours which led me to strike up the entirely ridiculous pose of knitting while wearing a head torch. Glamorous with a capital G I think. On Wednesday I signed up to the local doctors - far from the quaint rural practice I had expected they were a modern, efficient health centre and wanted a piss sample so they could check out my health. Nice.

This weekend will see the end of my life in Leicester when I clear out the rest of my stuff and move lock stock and a hell of a lot of handbags into our little house and await the onset of island life. Will I end up making jam for village fairs and joining the neighbourhood watch? Worse still will I end up thinking that crocs with socks (spotted in Beaumaris in the summer) is a sound fashion choice? Only time will tell.

Learning to love

Ben moved over to Anglesey proper in March 2007 into a lovely little house in the village of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. Since then I've been to visit various times and must admit that I started to kind of love it over there. The scenery (when its not obscured by rain or clouds) is truly stunning and there are some lovely villages. A particular favourite of mine is Beaumaris where you can get some damn good fish and chips and sit on the beach to eat them. I started to feel more and more confident that moving over here to be with Ben was a good idea. There is the teeny problem of getting some kind of job which admittedly I'm still working on but I'm seeing that as a minor set back. Not something to worry about. Honestly.

Midget Mansion

....as we drove into Bangor it was raining, a feature which I soon realised I would have to get used to. The sky was grey and dingy and even Ben, Mr "It's a beautiful place honest", was starting to have doubts about his impending move. We checked into the hotel we'd booked and were led up to the attic and a room which was obviously originally designed for people of modest height. Even I had to bend down to get through the door. The sloping ceiling made staying in the room a game - who can go longest without bashing their head.



We went for a walk down to the pier (where it was rainy and windy) and through the modest shopping centre which put me strongly in mind of my home town of Stockton (not a good thing!). Then, ever so completely damp, we headed back to the hotel to check out the Cantonese restaurant downstairs.

The next day we drove over to Anglesey. From here and with better weather than the day before we started to appreciate North Wales' charms. Snowdon was visible and the Menai Straits looked pretty damn impressive. We drove around to a few beaches and small towns both hesitantly reassuring each other that perhaps living here would be ok and then it was time to head back to Leicester.