I am tired out, worried sick and frustrated. There are yet more demands from our buyer for things to be checked - he clearly is Very Organized BUT the stress is affecting my health - yet another day when I thought I was about to have a heart attack, and spent half the night awake fretting. I do not WANT any more people going into every room in my house - there is a Pandemic and we are in a LOCKDOWN here. Our home is the only place we feel safe and yet we are being constantly invaded by people asked to verify its integrity and being robbed of that security. (Update: everything now sorted and going ahead according to plan. Relieved is an understatement).
It is pouring with rain, so no chance of a walk to unwind. It's back to the master suite today I think. We made good progress going through the under-eaves storage in the sleepover room yesterday and I found two lots of different 1977 Laura Ashley fabric which I will list for sale on eBay, if I find the time. A basket full of fabrics destined for a rag rug are now destined for the bonfire (and I have a spare basket again!) and more books from the long bedroom (craft room) have been gone through and are destined for the Sally Army when we are out of Lockdown.
When I was going through my collection of vintage pony books yesterday, I was in tears when I came across Ponies and Caravans and The Ponies of Bunts (Oliver & Ducat, authors). They were written in the 1930s and had photos from the time to illustrate the pony adventures. Children and ponies and a gypsy vardo caravan travelling for a holiday (and naughty Petronella had to learn some lessons!) Another world. I remember buying them at the Jumble Sale in Testwood Village Hall nearly 60 years ago. They weren't worth much and I can't part with them, but gosh, being transported back in time so clearly to a happy carefree time just overwhelmed me. Those happy carefree days of childhood.
Right, this won't do. Work calls me.