'O why are we waiting? Whyyyy are we waaaai-ting? O why are we waiting, o why, why, o why???'
I could go on but I shan't because I think you get the gist.
Basically, everything is in place for us to move. Everything. Even the boxes which are starting to fill with our de-cluttered stuff. I sigh deeply, dear Malarkey guests, because I just wish our conveyancer would show just a smidgeon of urgency. She knows we want to complete by 31st. She has conveyed her certainty that this will happen. Andy's job begins in just over two weeks' time...and yet no hint of an exchange of contracts date.
In between the sighing, and the mournful staring out of various windows, I am sustaining patience as best I can. I am distracting myself with embroidery and packing, and sorting and writing. I am still working but even that finishes in a fortnight, and I really need to be up in Shropshire looking for a job. It was Andy's birthday on Wednesday and we had folks round for dinner, and at the weekend we had folks round for a barbeque. Various folks are keen to have evenings out with us before we move. I mean, it's not like I am bored or anything.
But, well...you know when your heart and spirit have already left the building and are living in your new area in your new house called Damson Cottage, exploring and settling in, and making plans for the massive garden you've wanted all your adult life and now there it is, right on your back doorstep? And you are yearning for sounds of birdsong instead of rumblings of constant streams of traffic and yelling kids? And you want to live under a night sky that is lit by moon and stars alone, not a street lamp in sight?
It's a bit like that.
I know it will happen, this new Malarkey Manor chapter. And probably soon, in the grand scheme of things. But, oh...the waiting. The waiting...
Right! Whimsical wafting over! Got to go and titivate myself into some semblance of attractiveness. It's Andy's work leaving do tonight.