I can’t remember what other good things I was going to write about. They may come to me, we’ll see.
I haven’t forgotten that I didn’t finish the Meals on Wheels saga, but I’ll come back to that when there isn’t day to day stuff to write down.
Wink phoned. She is booking a removal company for her furniture, whenever she finds a date to move in completely. In the meantime, she’s doing a lot of sorting out because she doesn’t want to bring anything that she doesn’t actually want. She had a paper shredder, which she lent to a friend. Lovely as this mutual friend is, she is even more dilatory than I am and not very good at returning stuff. Items I lent her two and a half years ago have never been given back and I’ve replaced some of them. So I suggested that Wink did the same thing with the shredder. She has and she’s filled a wheelie bin with paper.
She’s also turning out cupboards of things that she does want to bring and it’s all getting a bit more untidy than she likes. So I’ve suggested that I drive down, with a carful of empty boxes, and drive back with a carful of full boxes. When she next visits, she can bring more stuff and then spend happy hours sorting everything out. There are lots of cupboards in the annexe. It’s a joy. Too many houses do not have room for Stuff and we all have Stuff, however – almost – minimally we live our lives. Unless we throw out Christmas decorations or ignore the festivities, we have a tree or a stand and we have baubles and lights. We have cleaning equipment and spare bedlinen.
Anyway, I have a chink in my diary (massive holes, of course, though I’ve finally got various appointments in the next couple of weeks that have been held over for months) and will go down on Monday and return on Tuesday, with Tim holding the fort in the meantime. I’ve advised shutting up the chickens as late as possible because a certain amount of chasing and chivvying is required and I don’t want him to have to bother. It’s quite annoying but I don’t mind that as much as most people would.
As i said, massive holes in the diary, though I haven’t deleted regular events, so they keep bobbing up. I’m getting reminders this week that we’re due to pay the balance on a holiday by the 23rd, for September. It’s been deferred for a year, but I haven’t changed that yet. It’s quite sad, to keep receiving reminders for things that aren’t going to happen. I suppose resilience is, for the most part, how you cope with disappointments and setbacks. But these aren’t difficult to cope with obviously, just minor regrets, too few to mention.