Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Busy . . .
I'm afraid I am trying to keep my nose to the grindstone here with all the preparation for putting this house on the market. If I'm not painting, I'm gardening, if I'm not gardening, I'm going through boxes and sorting out stuff for eBay, charity shop, car boot or dustbin. You will have to bear with me, as it will get worse before it gets better.
Our middle daughter returns from Uni today and will be working flat out on her Dissertation. Still, she should get quite a bit of reading done on the train journey down from Durham which lasts from 9 a.m. till just before 5 p.m.! I've got a huge leg of lamb out of the freezer and made chocolate cupcakes yesterday which I will ice today.
The rain it still raineth, the chimneys still leaketh, the Building Society still hath not answered . . . the worry is horrid . . . I am so desperate to move now, to move on to the next stage of our lives, to get HOME to Devon. I wasn't born there, but I have the very deepest of roots and they are calling me home. I am longing to be able to walk on the moor again, and go to the Devon Records Office to research my family history - have a possible lead to where my dad's family came from pre-Napoleonic Wars and want to find out if it's correct, but it means looking at parish documents.