Monday, 2 August 2010
Yawning . . .
Why is it that getting a good night's sleep is so difficult? I woke at 2.45 a.m. for the loo and that was IT for the night, though I did attempt for two hours to get back to sleep before I gave up and climbed out of bed. There is so much spinning round in my mind right now.
Our eldest daughter and her boyfriend are here for a 10 day break in a couple of weeks. Between now and then we need to travel up to Sheffield and bring back some of her belongings as they are leaving the city to relocate in Bristol.
"THE" house we have fallen in love with is looking possible. I won't tempt fate by saying any more. We need a buyer here though . . . but the adverts in the weekend broadsheets and THE up-market country magazine will hopefully soon be passed by Head Office, so we may get some viewers from "off" . . . .
I was thinking how much I need to get rid of before we can even contemplate upping sticks, and I think that my lifetime collection of about 75 or more Countryman mags will have to vacate the premises. (Added shortly afterwards - just gone and counted and I have 117 copies!!) I think a big car boot sale or two needs to be done as there are still books to rehome, and bedding, and excess china and probably spare suitcases, at least two fur coats (at least one is mink) which came with a box of odds we once bought at auction. All sorts.
Now that I have started raking the topped grass (I shan't talk it up it by calling it "hay" as it is about 75% buttercups!) into a heap to burn, it is now gently raining this morning. Grrrrrrrrr!