Special delivery

After months (literally, months!) of ongoing, increasingly heated emails with the company that we've paid to finally bring all our stuff from England over, today we received the very happy information that it is on its way!  It's only taken a week for them to tell us it left, but my now-American expectations of customer service have to be tempered when dealing with the old country.

The box of goodies is on board the London Express, a large and precarious looking container ship.  Pray for calm seas, as Hannah says.  We have bought insurance - if we didn't we'd apparently be liable for salvage costs, and my snorkeling isn't that great.

So we wait with fingers crossed that everything goes smoothly and that US Customs looks kindly on such items as our purple fish bath pillow, wheeled wire vegetable rack, and Virgin Mary barometer (blue for dry, pink for rainy).  It's going to be an interesting voyage down memory lane when all one-hundred-and-eleven packages finally arrive.  And then Chevron will give Hannah a placement in Azerbaijan and we can go through this all over again (except this time, they'll pay).

The London Express.  God bless her and all who sail on her (and their stuff).

Where is she now?  Well, somewhere off the coast of Canada, hopefully avoiding icebergs and pirates.  Real-time tracking available here.