It’s Easter Monday and it’s like the grave in London.
Rather nervous now that I’ve exchanged on the cottage and am beginning to realise fully that this is really going to change my life. That’s what I wanted but it’s still weird. Trepidation. Just like any move, I suppose.
I’m really looking forward to going down to Somerset again. But feel quite frustrated that there’s woodworm treatment, electrical work and painting that needs to be done, before I can really get going on the place and move in properly. Actually the frustration is more that I have to be in London while I’d like to get stuck in down there full-time at the moment.
I got some cardboard boxes from the local Syrian food shop so that I can start sorting things out to take down there next time I go. Never make a journey with an empty car. I find I have two of so many things. So it’s good that they are going to a new home rather than just sitting in the cupboard. At least it makes me feel that I’m doing something. Also I want the cottage to be full of familiar things, not full of new stuff. I want it to look lived in and loved from the start.