Thanks for all the messages and PMs too. Things aren't that bad, I must have been having a bad moment.
This really is a lovely place and a wonderful place for kids, I have no doubt about that. It's just my mood can fluctuate from loving it to feeling awful about things all within the space of a few minutes. Bloody women, eh?!
I'm not missing people, just feeling overwhelmed with the guilt knowing they're missing us, if that makes sense. And I'm not homesick, I was too sick of home to feel that, I guess it may come in time but right now I'm pleased we're here and pleased we're giving it our best shot.
We had a lovely day seeing all the furry marsupials at Caversham - Koalas are sooo cute and much bigger than I expected!
But I keep having to remind myself that this isn't a holiday and that we're not going home in a few weeks. And that feels really weird.
I've promised the children that we'll review the situation at various intervals and that if it's not for us then we'll go home. Sometimes I'd be on the first plane back given half the chance - other times I'm excited and ready for the next challenge.
I have to admit that I didn't think I'd be this confused this early on. I think I've tried to keep a level perspective on the whole thing and threw away my rose tinted glasses a long time ago - but what's pissing me off is that all I can think about is the good things we've left behind, never the crap things, and I have to positively remind myself of those crap things! Whoever thought I'd have rose tinted glasses about the UK!!!