birthday boy

Our baby boy turned one on Friday! They say it goes quickly but my goodness how it flies.

I remember from the moment we brought him home and the reality of no sleep, a non responsive newborn and almost constant breastfeeding set in it seemed like an eternity as we counted down the days until he reached the six week mark and things became a little more manageable. From that moment on it seems to have passed in the blink of an eye and every day cherished.

On Saturday we celebrated Nate's birthday with a very low key affair. An intimate afternoon tea with a small group of friends at the park complete with honey joys, fairy bread and Nana's famous walnut slice. A total of four kids (including Nate) and seven adults.

Naturally, Nate was oblivious to the fact we were all there on his account but thoroughly enjoyed himself, playing in the sandpit with his friends (and surrogate aunties and uncles) and being pushed around by Woz on all the bikes, cars and trolleys.

Thank you to Vicki and Andrew for taking photos of the day, to everyone who sent birthday wishes via e-mail or by post and those who spoilt him (or us) with a present.

We still can't believe he's ours to keep.

c'mon aussie c'mon

Last week Nate was granted Australian citizenship by descent. The news came in the mail from Australia House in London, in the form of a beautiful certificate for him which will be 'goin' strayt to the pool room'. To celebrate there have been no end of festivities.

On Saturday Woz and Nate spent the day together and so after their normal swim at the pool Woz took Nate for a walk to Regents Park to see his first game of Aussie Rules. After a few weeks of dismal weather it was a beautifully warm day and perfect for lazing around at the park.


Perhaps the highlight of the festivities for Nate has been his first sample of vegemite toast. Something which he will need to develop a taste for if he expects to be taken seriously as an Australian.

After Nate's recent development in mimicking our words with incredible accuracy we're now working on teaching him his first phrase ... 'guday mayt' .... perhaps a little easier than the English equivalent of 'alright guvner?'.

summer time

adventure is seriously overated

There's just no way to sugar coat this. Our weekend sucked.

Thursday night wasn't so bad and we got off to a relatively good start, arriving at Victoria Park after nightfall, finding a beautiful place to moor along side the park. Woz went to work the next day and I spent the day in the park with Nate.

On Friday night Woz and Adam met Nate and I at the boat by late afternoon and not long after we were off. It was another warm night and so things were looking up until we broke down at a lock in Tottenham. Woz tried his best to determine the problem and after several hours of having tried a number of things we all went to bed. Ever the problem solver Woz was understandably frustrated and instructed Adam and I that if we saw any boats pass, no matter what condition, to swap.

The following morning we finally got going again and things were looking up, that is until it started raining ......... and raining, and raining and raining. We had to make a decision - either stop and sit the rain out in the warmth of a pub which would mean that we wouldn't reach the beautiful scenery and villages we'd been told about, or persevere in order to arrive in Hertford the following day. We persevered.

By nightfall, tired, cold and with dampening spirits we arrived at Stansted Abbots and trundled off to the local pub for dinner which was a welcome relief from the unrelenting locks and served to cheer us up a little.

The following day the weather only became more miserable, and to make matters worse, our gearbox failed giving us the option of going flat out or not going at all. This meant that in order to avoid smashing into the locks or other boats we would have to cut the engine a good distance before reaching them in order for the boat to have slowed down enough not to wreak havoc everything we came in contact with. This also meant that we weren't able to steer the boat and so had to rely on brute force to keep it from hitting the sides of the locks as we approached them.

By mid afternoon we finally reached Hertford and found a place to moor for the night. We walked a short distance along the canal to a canal side pub for lunch and the three of us reminisced on the 'good times' we had enjoyed on the trip. Nope, couldn't think of any. Well no, that's not true, it was great to catch up with Tinks, and he was an absolute Godsend as far as Woz was concerned. helping him with every lock and always with a smile on his face. He and Woz had beaten the river and all the weather could throw at them - no small feat.

Understandably, Tinks decided to head back to London that night and so after a leisurely lunch we walked him to the station. We watched him with envy as he bought a ticket back to Central London. How we wished we could do the same. If only our home wasn’t trapped in the middle of nowhere with only one way home.

After leaving Tinks, we decided we’d explore the village we’d worked so hard to reach. We headed off in the drizzle and traipsed our soggy boots across the village in search of something, anything that would make this trip worthwhile. We found a tourist map which showed a castle in the midst of the town. This was the first bit of excitement we’d had and so we headed towards it with our camera at the ready. This was the icing on the cake (or at least we thought so, little did we know what the rest of the weekend had in store for us) as the “castle” had been entirely rebuilt and was a redbrick building with castle like bricks running along the top. It looked like it had been constructed in the last decade not the last century and was oozing about as much culture as the tub of cream in our unrefrigerated refrigerator after two days of no power.

Deciding to go home at that point wasn’t really a discussion, more like an unspoken agreement to ‘get the hell out of here and back to civilisation’ caught in a single glance. Besides, words really couldn’t describe our disappointment.

That night in the pouring rain, while I fed, bathed and put Nate to bed by candlelight, Woz made a head start on our unimaginably long journey home. After about three hours we called it a night and set our alarm for 6am the following morning. Tomorrow was Monday and we had one day to make it home in time for Woz to return to work on Tuesday. A good night's sleep was essential if we were going to make it through the huge day that lay ahead of us.

I got a 3 am wake up call and ran to the bathroom to throw up the contents of my dinner, which began 24 hours of curling up in the foetal position whenever possible, wincing with pain and running to the bathroom in between.

Soaked to the bone, hands red raw from gripping wet ropes without relent and growing weariness, Woz single-handedly navigated us through every single lock and with dogged determination we were home by 5.30 pm. It hadn’t been uneventful by any means, in just 36 hours we had received a months rainfall causing the water level on the river to rise 150 mm which meant that we tore our chimney off under a bridge we had navigated with ease on the way there.

The journey home which was supposed to take four days had taken us 15 hours and every minute an ordeal.

Needless to say, it was the first and last long distance trip we'll take on our boat. It would have been an entirely different trip if we'd had beautiful weather but either way, the 48 locks we had to pass through to get to Hertford and back were enough to turn us off for life.

If we never see the inside of another lock again it will be too soon.

cheesy, but had to be done!

have boat will travel

Back in the days when we were waiting for my passport to be returned, Woz and I were itching to travel and with no idea of how long my passport would be held, we decided that we'd do a trip away on the boat. This coming Monday is a bank holiday so we're going to to head out tomorrow afternoon and will return on Monday night. The beauty of it is that we can go as far as we like and then pull up anywhere and moor for the night. I love it! No packing, no preparation required.

The exciting part is that a friend of mine from Melbourne who I studied Auslan with, Adam (otherwise known as Tinks), is arriving in London on Friday and is going to come with us! Growing up, holidays were always so much fun when you had friends with you and for me the novelty hasn't worn off. We had already planned to take the boat out and happened to be chatting to Tinks online this week while he was in Scotland. When he mentioned that he was coming down to London on Friday we invited him to come with us and the rest is history!

Of course he thinks he's coming on a quaint little holiday in the English countryside on a canal boat but really we'll be putting him to work on the boat, helping us out with the millions of locks we'll come across as we head towards the River Lee.

Update: Slight change of plans. The weather on Sunday looks a bit iffy and as it is a beautifully warm night we've decided to get a headstart and leave tonight. Woz can take the tube into work from where we stop and I will be able to hang out with Nate in new surroundings. Adventure here we come!

come fly with me

It only took five months but finally my application for Indefinite Leave to Remain has been approved.

No more nightmares of being woken by a dawn raid and hurried out the door with all I could carry, leaving my family behind, to be put on the next plane out of the country, no more memorising favourite colours, allergies and face creams on the off chance that we're called to an impromptu green card interview, no more of Woz's incessant mumblings in his sleep ....

'Oil of Olan, oil of Ulan .... Olay!'

Most importantly however, all dramatics aside, they have returned my passport so we can think about travelling again. I feel like I've been given my wings back!

meanwhile on the working front

I got a chance to pull my heels out of the dark recesses of the cupboard this week as I was asked to come in to work for three days. I took them up on two of them and really enjoyed it.

My first lesson was a rude awakening to using a part of my brain I don't recall ever using. I had to accompany a student to a lesson in GCSE (Yr 11) Maths and then GCSE Physics on our mainstream campus. As the student was fairly oral I didn't have to sign for her during the lesson but instead found myself 'helping' her with the coursework. I failed Maths with flying colours in high school and have a feeling that I achieved a similar result in Science so I am a little disturbed thinking about what influence I may have had on her work.

Returning to work after having Nate has been a topic of much internal debate as I have had to realign my thinking on how I value myself. It is only in recent months that I have been able to totally enjoy my new 'job' looking after Nate and have decided not to chase work but to take it up when it is available and only when it means using BSL. I will definitely have more opportunities at my previous work to go back from time to time and am looking into some other casual work that will mean I can keep my hand in while still concentrating on Nate. This week was a good trial of things to come. Being the product of two fiercely independent parents, and being raised to be so himself, Nate is incredibly confident and independent so I had no trouble leaving him with a friend.

Woz, on the other hand is still loving his job and enjoying the benefits of next to no travel time and flexible working hours. Today he's slogging it out on a team building day, playing paint ball. Poor thing.

the finished product

Here are a few photos we took on the weekend before we took the boat out. These shots may not look much different to those we've posted along the way but there is a huge difference to the eye when you're in the boat.

Initially we set out to achieve a very streamlined look and opted for smooth painted walls in order to avoid tongue and groove woodwork or lengths of ply broken by cover strips. We discovered there is a very good reason why these two methods are followed as not long after cladding the interior our streamlined painted panels began to bow and crack at the edges. We didn't account for the incredible amount of condensation that is found in narrowboats and so all our hard work was compromised by unsightly cracks and bulges. We were so embarrassed and would cringe whenever we had visitors as we had to confess that we'd done this ourselves. So, a few weeks ago, in our drive to complete the boat we decided to go with the 'boat look' rather than fight it and cover up the cracks and joins with cover strips. We were very pleasantly surprised to find that they weren't so ugly at all and after being painted and seem to blend in with everything else.

The new paint job was done with a hard wearing and washable acrylic paint which we hope will be an effective tool in combating the hand and footprints that make it to our walls on a fairly regular occurrence thanks to Nate.

And last but not least, to finish off the renovation we have put some photography up on our walls, some by me, some by Woz and another by Andrew (which so far has attracted the most comments!).

This weekend Woz and I are going to do nothing but spend time together, catch up with friends and relax and bask in the joy that is a finished project.

we did it

Well we did it. We set ourselves a deadline of this weekend to finish the interior of the boat and somehow we made it. Woz worked incredibly hard all week sanding, filling, painting, sawing, and even a little bit of designing as we reached the finish line.

On Monday, which was a Bank Holiday, we invited some friends over and we planned to take the boat out for the afternoon and evening. After a beautifully sunny weekend, on Sunday night and the following morning we had the most rain we have seen in months. With no prospect of it letting up we had to call everyone and tell them that our plans had changed and that we wouldn't take the boat out. Most people came over anyway and by the time they got here at 5 in the afternoon we were all standing outside in the sun in t-shirts. We took the boat out along a different route than planned, towards Limehouse. We had a brilliant night with not a spot of rain and plenty of sunshine.

Nate was a champion, being entertained by everyone on the journey until we put him down at 8pm with a bottle and he fell asleep. It was really incredible he managed to fall asleep at all as we had music on, the engine running, people walking in and out of the boat and the odd bang into the side wall of the canal! A big relief for Woz and I as we really want to be able to take the boat out with friends as much as we can over Summer.

make a house a home

Filling, done. Sanding, done. Fiddly bits and pieces that have annoyed us for years, done.

Tonight when Woz gets home from work we're painting the boat with one final coat and by Saturday after a good clean up the interior of the boat should be transformed. We've finally had some photos printed and will have them hanging on our walls, bought new throw cushions and now have a small but very welcome bookcase to house our books. All the finishing touches the boat has needed for so long to make it feel like a home.

What on earth are we going to do with ourselves this time next week?

a warm saturday on the marina

This is so typical of a warm Saturday morning on our marina. Every person in this shot lives on a different boat. The pontoon becomes a hub of social activity as everyone discusses whether or not they'll take their boat out and enjoy it or take the opportunity to maintain their boat (as the two in the far background are doing), or whether they'll just lap up the sun and drink the day away. These are the three main pastimes of the residents!

One day, in the not too distant future, when the last piece of wood has been, sawn, sanded and painted and the hammer has fallen for the last time, we'll be joining them.

same old same old

Another Saturday spent working on the boat.

I got a little more involved this time as we managed to keep Nate entertained in his carry-cot for a good part of the day (thanks Ellie for the idea!), interspersed with trips to the park and naps inside. I painted everything within an inch of it's life and was able to do a lot of it on the pontoon next to Nate. Woz was back and forth also, cutting, sanding and sawing. We're so close now! All the finishing touches are really making our 'house' feel like a home.

Nate had the attention of all the residents who passed by and also a paddling (had to google that one) of ducklings although as usual he seems more preoccupied with the camera than anything else.

colour your world

Last weekend was a busy one. Our church organised a conference (Colour Your World) on Friday and Saturday which was held at the Royal Albert Hall. On Sunday we had church there too which was incredible. Woz took this photo from the box he sat in with Nate and some friends.

Normally we pack out any venue we hire so it was really strange to look around the auditorium and see so many vacant seats. Due to financial problems during the construction in the late 1800's a number of the seats were sold before the hall was opened and remain privately owned to this day. Now that is an inheritance I wouldn't mind receiving! Those lucky seat owners are able to walk in to any concert anytime and take a seat, so subsequently we weren't allowed to use them without individually writing to each owner for permission.

Nate and Woz hung out in Hyde Park opposite afterwards for a picnic with friends while I helped out behind the scenes. Nice life for some! Although I should mention that he took over from me at about 5pm and helped pack down the venue, getting home around 12am.

portrait of a rockstar

the end is nigh

It's official! Our renovation 'to do' list is now short enough to fit on our blackboard. Finally, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Woz and I have decided to spend every waking moment over the next month finishing off the bits and pieces that need to be done in preparation for Summer so we can take the boat out as often as we like and enjoy it.

The biggest job left on our list, painting the walls, is the most effective in giving the boat a fresh and polished look and the small amount of work we've done so far has already made a huge difference but we're battling against a fast moving tide with a certain little boy's grimy fingers scaling the wall daily, undoing all our work. At least the ceiling will be clean for a while but at the rate he's growing it wont be long.

a very private affair

In London there are parks scattered throughout the city, hidden by new towering office blocks or preserved amongst traditional buildings. They range from tiny pockets of greenery to large open spaces where you could easily forget you were in a bustling city if it weren't for the constant trail of planes crossing the sky. The smaller pockets seem so random in their location which I've heard is due to the fact that they were never designed to be parks but were holes in the ground left by Nazi bombs during World War II.

Anyway, yesterday, in true 'Notting Hill' style, Woz, Nate and I met up with Rejeili and Isabella for a picnic in their private garden. An absolutely gorgeous park which is privy to the residents surrounding it. It meant that we were truly able to relax and talk while the kids played, knowing that the only way anyone could enter the park was using a key.

Nate crawled for a long time on the grass towards some boys who were playing football until when he was about half way there he turned and realised he was all out at sea on his own and summarily started to cry.

Woz kept Bella and Nate entertained by carting them around the park in a trolley which they both loved. Their own personal chauffeur in a suit and tie to boot.

painting and playing

easter monday

Today we had another incredibly productive day working on the boat. The warm sun and gentle breeze over the last four days has allowed us to paint coat after coat on various parts of the boat so we've now painted some panels that were yet to be painted and 'cut-in' the entire boat ready for it to be painted another weekend.

On top of that Woz has finished building a new bookcase (I foresee having to say 'No' to Nate repeatedly as he tries to pull the books from the shelves but then kids need to learn boundaries right? and we need somewhere for our books!), boxed in a very ugly steel supportive wall and installed two new powerpoints! I'm effectively the lunch-lady these days as I'm limited in my capacity to help out while Nate is awake and as he only slept for 45 minutes today my input was minimal to say the least.

saturday

true to form

Woz had a nice introduction to his new job with only four working days before Good Friday. I have to admit we did revert to type, spending Friday and today working on the boat. We're constantly working out storage solutions for our growing needs and so the last two days were mostly consumed by this neverending pursuit (see bookcase being built) with a brief interlude on Friday night to Tate Modern to meet some friends for a few hours. We also spent some time preparing the walls for a desperately needed re-paint which will hopefully happen in the not too distant future.

lunchtime fun

Day two of Woz's new job and he's really enjoying it. He's been twiddling his thumbs a little though as his boss is away all week so Woz has been proactive and set-up a lot in preparation for next Monday when his boss returns.

Woz already feels at home in the office as he knows everyone there so well from working with them through his old job. So all in all, it looks like it's going to be a great opportunity for him.

Nate and I have also been enjoying his new job too as he's been home for lunch both today and yesterday and home by 4.30pm. Today at lunch he and Nate had some fun rolling around together on our bed.

hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work he goes

After a week off Woz started his new job this morning. We had a great week together. I took the opportunity to organise all the stacks of books, articles, magazine cuttings and post-it notes that had been building up in the hope that it would make the process of writing Woz's thesis a little easier for him. I was in my element! With an organised workspace and a week of intensive focus under his belt hopefully it will be a little more manageable from this point on.

It's funny how quickly you get used to things though and after just a week it already seems strange this morning with just Nate and I home.