Last time I moved I swore never again. Now, three weeks into the process of downsizing, I am remembering just why I was so vehement eighteen years ago. When those that know about these things claim that it is one of the most stressful thing that anyone can undertake they are definitely not joking. I think I have psoriasis on my eczema although if someone was to argue that it was the other way round I wouldn’t contend against it.
Actually, I have been comparatively fortunate. I got a buyer the first day the house was on the market and she now has a first time buyer, so within a fortnight a reasonably short chain is in place. However, I think her buyer is a game player, so chickens are not yet being counted. The Estate agents are projecting a move around the beginning of May but again I’ll believe it when it happens. Anyway, when I look at all that has to be done between now and then, the beginning of May 2019 seems like a better option. The Bears vacillate between excitement and trepidation, with the exception of Jolyon Bear, who controls the purse strings; he just looks distraught all the time. In fact, as long as they have their sofa, a nice warm fire and a plate of marmalade sandwiches they will be all right wherever they end up.
All this has done my reading progress no good at all. When I ought to be concentrating on the book in front of me, I find my mind wandering off into room measurements and lists of people who will have to be contacted and worst of all, how to get rid of everything that I can’t take. So, the only book I’ve finished these last two weeks has been Donna Tartt’s The Secret History for book group and that was a re-read. We had an interesting discussion about that, however. Most of us have teaching backgrounds of one sort or another and so as well as the parallels being drawn between what happens in the novel and the conventions of Greek drama we also had much to say about the responsibilities of teachers for their pupils, whatever age those pupils might be. Julian Morrow came in for some harsh words. At least this gave me an excuse not to talk about my friend’s husband’s new book when we met on Thursday. Fortunately, we had so much business to get through on the agenda that the subject didn’t come up, but thanks for all your advice.
I have spent the weekend making lists of what has to be done and when. I always feel better when I have a list. I’m hoping that this means I can get back to more of a routine and start reading and commenting again. I think my own posting will still be sporadic but I’ll pop in here every now and again and keep you updated.