2.30 am and I wake up sweltering and thirsty (one too many Red Stripes may have had something to do with that!) I stumble off down the stairs in the dark to go and get a drink of water, when BANG! scuttle, scuttle, something leaps out of my way and hits the glass door hard.
After spending all week looking at places to rent, we’ve finally found a place to live!! It was like being on MTV Cribs, being whizzed around the Kingston suburban hinterland by 3 different estate agents in tinted window SUVs looking at all manner of lovely gaffs… Some which seemed ridiculously huge and we would have definitely got lost in. Sitting rooms bigger than our whole house in Dublin. Giant bathrooms with huge double sinks… The different agents were all lovely, and full of chat about Kingston and the different areas and what life is like here – one of them even took me to a hospital appointment while I was getting a blood test done!