If I was a snail I could carry my home on my back! No need to sort, box, archive, chuck and transfer possessions of a life time.
The end of three long weeks of packing and sorting. Removal van and men arrive mid-day to load up the stuff I am keeping and transferring to safe keeping in Lancaster. Then the vultures will descend from house clearance and the local auction in Chiswick to see if I can sell any of the clutter and tatt I seem to have accumulated over the years.
That gives me about a month to re-decorate, county cream throughout and change the bedroom carpets before the tenants move in at the beginning of April.
I am knackered, heads in a spin. Leaving Ealing is going to be really hard. Lots of memories, not all good but they have certainly left there mark on me one way or another. I guess moving is always difficult. This place was my first home, mortgaged with the love of my life. Thirteen years later I have decided to let it out for a year and explore new horizons. 11 long years since he died and I still miss him. Leaving here will be good for me I know, A new beginning a clean slate!
Dog to walk and breakfast to scoff before all the shit hits the fan
