Visa hell!

With a little luck and a huge amount of paperwork God willing (or should that be the no doubt several dozen people sifting through our applications willing!) we should be on our way to Delhi next Thursday to start our new life. What feels like 10 years of planning though in reality is just a couple of months, has finally come to fruition and I will become the Indian house husband!

I have quit the company that I have worked for the last 16 years and am about to become a "stay at home dad" Piece of cake! I am firmly of the opinion that most mums sit at home all day eating doughnuts with their feet up watching Jeremy Kyle, I can manage that right? The reality really hit home at 9.17am today at a Tesco Metro in Bicester where I witnessed a dishevelled looking mother of three wrestling with a pushchair a cauliflower and a precocious 4 year old screaming that she wanted "ravioli and not that white muck". There and then with my ready meal for one a copy of four four two magazine and a yoghurt the full enormity of what I am about to undertake hit me. This might actually be tougher than I thought. Perhaps it won't be endless coffee mornings with American yummy mummies.Perhaps I won't after all be lounging around the pool at the Shangri La sipping kingfishers while the Maid looks after the boys.Perhaps I will start wearing un flattering trousers and start wondering if 1.30pm is too early to be thinking about a gin and tonic! The tension is killing me.

Before we get to that stage there is still the issue of our Visa's which are still not forthcoming.In true Indian beaurocratic style mine will not be ready untill the Indian high commision have confirmed that I did indeed get a D in geography in my 2nd year end of term report and that Amanda's third boyfriend was called Colin. Each day with a lot of help from The tkmaxx hr department we seem to be getting closer but the final dot has yet to be dotted and the final t seems to be equally elusive. Hope springs!

I have a friend who is a blogger for Marie Claire who has encouraged me to blog away and be as honest and as candid as possible.Though I don't know if I will be capable of being quite as "warts and all" as she is I am going to have a damn good go so be prepared for tears, thalli's, tikka's and traumas as I head off to Delhi and find out just how exhausting two small boys can be.