It's Day 5. Feels like Day 144. I may yet die. I got turned on seeing the girl across the roads breasts when she was feeding her baby. How perverted is that!? I wasn't thinking anything coherent, just afterwards thought fondly upon the naked, mismatched breasts that had been in front of me. I have no shame...

So, aside from thoughts of sex, sexual encounters, cock, naked boobies, etc. my brain has been occupied (15%) with details of moving.
It's all so very complicated! G's company has hired another company to work for us that specialize in handling all aspects of overseas moves. They appoint a financial advisor, a realtor, a guide to the city, a shipping company, temporary accommodation in downtown Toronto, etc.
My contact is a longwinded young lad named Paul Allen (isn't that the guy from American Psycho?!) who reminds me that I no longer sound Canadian. I casually flirted with him (keep in mind he knows I'm moving with my husband and 2 year old son) in the hopes that he would let me know how to best milk the company that is paying us both. I got a few helpful hints... WHOAHA HA HA HA! {that's my evil laugh!}
So, I have been given a spending allowance of UP TO £2000 for moving expenses. All G has to do is present VIABLE receipts when he starts in Canada. Now, if I were to buy viable moving products and then return them for store credit I can then buy whatever I want and ship it to Canada courtesy of the company. Ha.
He also casually mentioned that the company employing us both has to pay for an entire shipping container even though we are only allocated half. I may exploit this.

Mentally, I'm not prepared for winter in Canada. I'm also not so keen on not being 'The Canadian Girl' as I will be one amongst many again. Tut. I'll have to remember what made me feel special when I lived there before...

Managed to eat those roasted red peppers with feta cheese last night! I was chuffed as I didn't at all feel like I was digesting iron ore. I was super busy with E today, shopping, running errands, wandering round the park and cleaning that I just forgot to eat. I took him to Subway for lunch and he managed to eat an entire kids meal (!) but I couldn't even fathom the thought of a bite passing my lips. It's all so random.
Anyway, I bought myself a mega thick cut of fillet steak today in the hopes of coaxing my appetite with some iron. I may throw it on the BBQ tomorrow. I like it burned on the outside and mooing on the inside. How I was ever a vegan I'll never know!