Basle and babies; an interesting week

It's been quite a week; I am contented at heart if uneasy in stomach, (explanations for that will come later) Basle is pretty; perhaps not different enough for those who holiday to enjoy total cultural contrast, but very easy indeed for Brits on work relocation.

( Pastimes of Basle: chilling, whittling, dragon-bullying )

We ate in different countries; Switzerland on Monday, Germany* on Tuesday, France on Wednesday. I loved it all and am prepared to be wooed, but I am not yet won. Yes, relocation looks less traumatic than one might expect, but all that stress-free cleanliness is expensive, our life here is full of happiness, and though the bend in the road is very tempting, the offer had better be good cos we don't shift our glorious bums if it isn't. So let us see what they offer.

Everybody speaks English there, and they speak it well. This was a real necessity for me because...

( Far too much information; Be warned. )

( London chums; The perils of motherhood )

Other beloved friends made contact over the weekend; it led me to have doubts about the possible move, until the train journey. Liverpool-Basle £50 return airflight, time taken; two hours at check-in, one and a half in the air. London-Manchester, £54 single trainfare, time taken;40 minutes (20 in 2 separate queues)ticket buying, plus three and half hours on the train. One will be an easy way to see chums; the other will teach you to make your temples throb to order.

And home, with cats and pear tree. Dodgy tummy aside, it's all right here, innit?

*This probably requires the application of the offside rule to be strictly true. It all depends on where the border guards are standing...