Ro’n’Do didn’t have any other furniture to move, except a small desk, as their previous home was furnished, so it was just their personal items, kitchen and bathroom stuff, television and so on. All the same, it was eight carloads in total. When I left them, they were going to have one last trip back to the flat to dust and hoover (they’d already cleaned the bathroom and kitchen – Ro asked me to check with my landlord’s eye and I gave it a good pass, but suggested he check with the landlady before handing the key back to ask if she had further requirements), then take some stuff to the dump and then … home.
Welcome to your new home, darlings. Not that you’ll have internet access for a bit – how is it that most utilities get their act together promptly, but the phone and internet companies keep you waiting for ages? – but all things come, you’ve got heat and light in a lovely house with delightful, friendly neighbours and I hope you will be very happy there together.
They were apologetic for not feeding me, but they didn’t really have any food. So I came home and, sometime after 3, ate an egg and a slice of toast. A couple of spoonsful of yoghurt and a rice cake for breakfast, I’ve just had a bit of blue cheese, a few cherry tomatoes (the last of our own) and four green olives because it’s another hour until dinner is ready and I won’t last. Tonight, roast chicken, leeks and courgettes. I’ve cooked potato for the Sage but not for me. I haven’t weighed myself, but yesterday I wore a skirt I would last have fitted in when I was about 42. But the waistband was slightly tight. Discipline? No, darlings, I am very easy-going, I will love you whatever you do. But I choose my own path and it’s going to be a narrow one.