You did tell me, didn't you, oh wise house guests of Much Malarkey Manor? You said, when a couple of weeks or so ago I wrote a post called something like 'Nothingness' in which I bemoaned the fact that nothing much had been happening of late, to make the most of it because it was a sort of 'calm before the storm' thing.
Well, that'll learn me, won't it? I am shattered and the weekend has only just begun. Went to embroidery class for 3 hours this morning, followed by shopping for my boy Christopher's birthday dinner - he is 30 (sshhhhhh!) on Monday and I offered to do him a celebratory do this evening. Came home, did a load of washing then put together aforesaid celebratory do which included roasting a piece of dead pig, God bless its soul, and making a strawberry cheesecake. Conducted celebratory birthday dinner, held prolonged and bizarre conversation with Number 2 granddaughter, Elizabeth, during which I think she understood more of what was going on than I did. Washed up.
And tomorrow, I am packing a small overnight bag, then tutoring for an hour, then Andy and I are whizzing off up the road a couple of hundred miles or so to view three houses, one at 3 p.m, one at 4 p.m and one at 5 p.m. We shall be travelling with picnic as we shan't have time for any fancy stopping off for food malarkey. And then we shall go to the hotel we remembered to book last night at the eleventh hour for an intensive comparing of viewing notes.
On Monday we are seeing a house at 10 a.m (which is our favourite of our short list but don't tell anyone because highlighting a fav is inviting the certain crushing to death of a potential dream) then we are checking out the environs before Andy goes for his job interview at 1p.m and then we have another house viewing at 4 p.m before we begin the lengthy wend back to Kent where Heather shall have been holding the fort, chicken and cat-wise.
And THEN on Tuesday we are both back to work, after which I am tutoring for an hour and a half and then coming home to hostess with the mostess a 6th birthday party for Number 1 granddaughter, Kayleigh.
On Wednesday I am planning on staring at a wall like a sleep deprived zombie as much as more work and tutoring will allow, ditto Thursday and Friday.
Of course, by this time next week we are hoping to:
a) have heard the news that our buyers have got themselves a buyer for their property from the open day they had today
b) have put in an offer for a house of our own and flung ourselves onto the dangerous path of 'we LOVE this house, please don't let us lose it'
c) have engaged the services of a conveyancing solicitor
d) arranged appointments to see a couple of mortgage advisors
e) maintained sanity
Our postal deliveries this week have continued to consist solely of unsolicited letters from desperate estate agents and, to add to the mix, removal firms. I see the removal firm communications as a 'sign' from the Universe that all is continuing according to plan because, during our two previous attempts to move house, we were NEVER approached directly by removal firms. It is like this time we have gone a bit of a step further. If this 'Universe' stuff is to be believed, of course.
It is all a bit crazy at the moment and I think both Andy and I are feeling the effects of that tiredness that takes over from being mildly stressy and anxious about the whole house move experience. But we have a jolly sojourn tomorrow where we get to look around other people's houses and stay in a hotel.
And that's got to be entertaining, hasn't it?