Done. Finally. There is still some unpacking and tidying to do but the heavy lifting and multiple trips round the M25 are at least out of the way. I'm nervous but I'm enormously relieved - I can now start living a normal-ish life without constant stress.
Well, after Easter weekend which will be spent painting my house ahead of the tenant moving in.
(Apologies for the brevity of this post. I'm quite poorly and extraordinarily tired. Normal service shall resume shortly.)
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Friday, 26 March 2010
Things happen for a reason
You may (or may not) have noticed the url for this blog is happensforareason.blogspot.com. That's because I firmly believe in this. That's not to say I believe in Fate and that we can't change our own destiny - of course we can. But things happen to enable us to make decisions, to take action and to direct us to changing our lives into what we want them to be. Ooooh... deeeeeep maaaaaaaan.
But anyway, I spotted this news story and thought of you.
But anyway, I spotted this news story and thought of you.
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Oh my, I really have been very deficient haven't I? In my defence I have been quite busy with preparations for The Move. Things are going well so far, at least they are at my end. Anything that is the responsibility of another person is being horribly delayed and it's making me fret. I am still planning to move in 2 weeks' time but these delays mean it is unlikely that I will have a tenant ready to move in straight after Easter. This isn't all bad as it will give me time to scrub, clean, paint and make pretty but it does mean that I'll be paying the mortgage and not clearing debts.
I'm quite excited about this move actually. I have been for a while now but it's actually happening - it's no longer just talk or daydreams. It still surprises me that moving house, which is usually enormously exciting and full of promises of what is yet to come, actually means carrying out a series of mundane, tedious or even unpleasant tasks. Packing for example is not a great way to spend any amount of time, least of all an hour every evening for 2 weeks. I've also spent the past 2 Sundays scrubbing my window frames to clear the mould and spiders' webs (I realise I would need to do this anyway but I feel my hand is slightly forced by the circumstances). And now I need to paint most of my house. The inside, I mean. I'm not scaling the outside and re-rendering or anything.
A work colleague and his wife recently bought their first house, having rented for several years. They don't yet have children but they bought a 4 bedroom family home with the intention of staying there until they retire, when they might perhaps downsize. This to me seems quite alien as I never have been particularly good at planning for my future, but on a more practical note if I hadn't moved as much as I have I wouldn't have sorted through my belongings on a fairly regular basis. And by golly do I hoard a lot of crap. Imagine having to clear through 40 years' worth in one go?! *shudders*
And just think, I get to do all this again in a years' time when I move back out of Mummy's.
I'm quite excited about this move actually. I have been for a while now but it's actually happening - it's no longer just talk or daydreams. It still surprises me that moving house, which is usually enormously exciting and full of promises of what is yet to come, actually means carrying out a series of mundane, tedious or even unpleasant tasks. Packing for example is not a great way to spend any amount of time, least of all an hour every evening for 2 weeks. I've also spent the past 2 Sundays scrubbing my window frames to clear the mould and spiders' webs (I realise I would need to do this anyway but I feel my hand is slightly forced by the circumstances). And now I need to paint most of my house. The inside, I mean. I'm not scaling the outside and re-rendering or anything.
A work colleague and his wife recently bought their first house, having rented for several years. They don't yet have children but they bought a 4 bedroom family home with the intention of staying there until they retire, when they might perhaps downsize. This to me seems quite alien as I never have been particularly good at planning for my future, but on a more practical note if I hadn't moved as much as I have I wouldn't have sorted through my belongings on a fairly regular basis. And by golly do I hoard a lot of crap. Imagine having to clear through 40 years' worth in one go?! *shudders*
And just think, I get to do all this again in a years' time when I move back out of Mummy's.
Saturday, 27 February 2010
Hoovering
It's never been my favourite of all the housekeeping duties but I discovered today that the powers of the vacuum cleaner are vastly under-rated. The headboard for my bed appears to have developed some kind of excema and the paint has flaked off - now all sucked up. A family of spiders had been festooning my ceiling with silky webby garlands - and unfortunately for the spiders, after 10 minutes of climbing over my bed like some kind of domestic Ghostbuster I now have clean lines in the corners all ready for painting. I even used it to dust my shelves and drawer units. Why did not I think of doing any of this beforehand?
The saddest part of today was having to vacuum up the remains of my beloved Dior mannequin which met an untimely end during a furniture rearrangement exercise. May she rest in peace.
The saddest part of today was having to vacuum up the remains of my beloved Dior mannequin which met an untimely end during a furniture rearrangement exercise. May she rest in peace.
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Happy Valentine's Day
So I'm single on V Day and yet I'm over the moon. After an astounding win (admittedly over a team 3 divisions lower than us) and my friends and family rallying around to help me making me realise that I'm not completely alone, what have I got to feel sad about?
There's a lot of sway put on Valentine's Day. Too much I think. Do we really need a day to show our other halves we care? And does a meal and some flowers do that? I don't think it's about grand gestures, it's the little things. My ex remembering that "Monday nights are yoga nights aren't they?" after I'd taken one class for example - just the fact that he'd listened to me and cared enough to remember was a lovely feeling. Obviously I wouldn't refuse flowers if someone offered (hint hint) but if I'm attached next Valentine's Day I'd like to think that he and I take a sensible approach to it.
I thought I might have received at least one card today though. I'm rather a little (lot) disappointed.
There's a lot of sway put on Valentine's Day. Too much I think. Do we really need a day to show our other halves we care? And does a meal and some flowers do that? I don't think it's about grand gestures, it's the little things. My ex remembering that "Monday nights are yoga nights aren't they?" after I'd taken one class for example - just the fact that he'd listened to me and cared enough to remember was a lovely feeling. Obviously I wouldn't refuse flowers if someone offered (hint hint) but if I'm attached next Valentine's Day I'd like to think that he and I take a sensible approach to it.
I thought I might have received at least one card today though. I'm rather a little (lot) disappointed.
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Motivation
Where can one find this? Or purchase it if it's not free? You can hire personal trainers to force you into whipping your body in shape so why can you not hire them to stand over you cracking a whip whilst you scrub the toilet and hoover those pesky cobwebs away?
It's been agreed that I can move back to Mum's next month - temporarily - so that I can sort myself out. This however means that I have to clear, clean and tidy my house in order to rent it out but this is such an enormous task that I'm struggling to start. You'd think that the fact I have to engage lettings agents and various tradesmen would be a sufficient kick up the derrière but I've been hoping I could ignore the boring bits and get straight to the enjoyable and exciting packing bit. What do you mean life doesn't work that way? Well that's rubbish. Added to that the fact that my car has some kind of computer malfunction which will suck up all of my spare cash so I can't even pay someone to do the boring housey stuff for me.
Now.... where did I put those rubber gloves?
PS Terry did lose the England captaincy... more on that later.
It's been agreed that I can move back to Mum's next month - temporarily - so that I can sort myself out. This however means that I have to clear, clean and tidy my house in order to rent it out but this is such an enormous task that I'm struggling to start. You'd think that the fact I have to engage lettings agents and various tradesmen would be a sufficient kick up the derrière but I've been hoping I could ignore the boring bits and get straight to the enjoyable and exciting packing bit. What do you mean life doesn't work that way? Well that's rubbish. Added to that the fact that my car has some kind of computer malfunction which will suck up all of my spare cash so I can't even pay someone to do the boring housey stuff for me.
Now.... where did I put those rubber gloves?
PS Terry did lose the England captaincy... more on that later.
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