Today, I moved back into the study, having had my computer in the drawing room all winter. It’s been too cold in here and it’s silly to heat this whole big house for two of us. We have four living rooms, five bedrooms as well as the rest – and now we have the annexe too, of course. Mind you, I’m going to use it. I’ll have my piano in there, I’ve moved some books already and I’ve offered the Sage this room (it’ll be a wonder if he uses it, but if he doesn’t then words will be said, as it’s a lovely room and I’m being quite remarkably nice) and will have a study through there. We’re paying council tax for the place, so might as well use it..
We have had a Broadband upgrade, so should have speedy and good internet from now on. I’ve trotted all over the house with my phone and got a connection everywhere, which we didn’t have before, even with a booster. It’s only one bar in most places mind you, but it does work (bar in connectivity terms, please understand).
The BT chap was very nice. He is ex-Army and has lived in Germany for 18 years, which he loved – in between secondments to various wars, of course. Imagine a wry face there, dear hearts. We had a really interesting chat while he worked.
And tomorrow, the house will be cleaned – woo-hoo! It’s so absurdly tidy, by my standards, that I could give it a quick go-through in a couple of hours, never mind two women at the same time. I’ll be out, having been invited to a St George’s Day lunch at the Norfolk Club by my friend Betty. Betty is in her nineties and is a darling. She has many ailments and isn’t daunted by any of them. Anyway, I suggested to the Sage that I make a note of what I want them to do – not that I’ll write much, I want them to clean the house and they know that already. But there are a few things that a non-cleaning member of the family won’t understand.
I did my once-in-a-while turnout of bottles for the village bottle bank. I also bagged up all those clothes of my mother’s because there’s a clothing bin there too, in support of Scope. Jolly good, saves me going to charity shops, because there were several binbags-full. When we were loading them into the car, I said hang on, where are those two bags of bottles (8 in each, but not all booze, darlings, and it’s been a while anyway and I needn’t say what length of a while) I left by the door? He showed me. Alongside the several other bags that I’d left for him to take to the bottle bank and he hadn’t bothered, that’s where. Honestly, it’s such an uphill struggle, I feel like Sisyphus (ah, Saki lovers, remember the Envy of Sisyphus, because it goes quite nicely uphill if you push it?). Anyway, all safely crashed or fhwoomped home, out of my hair. I admit to having reserved a few garments to see if they fit/suit me, mind you. Wicked waste makes woeful want, as Aunt Abbie put it (if anyone has read those Dane Chandos books, we are practically sisters. Or brother and sister. Whatevs.).
You see, darlings, how jolly I am when I’ve had enough sleep? Of course, the downside is that I’ll hardly sleep for a week because I’m not deprived enough. But it’s been a good feeling.
The rest of the good feeling is opening up the house for the summer. North and East wings, marvellous.