It’s cold. Apart from that everything is fine and t6he nights are definitely lighter. Tomorrow I will be having a blood test. It’s all very dull and wintery.
We both fell asleep in front of the TV tonight, which was a bit too much like hypothermia, despite the fire being on. Fortunately we only have one more winter here. Our next winter, I hope, will be better heated and easier to endure.
A house onĀ hill is great if you want to avoid flooding, and so far that part of the plan has worked. However, it is draughty, it does tend to catch the full blast of the north wind and, due to various factors, the heating is not good. However, meteorological winter ends in six weeks, and proper winter ends in ten weeks or thereabouts. Not long now.
Tomorrow I will start with the list of jobs I need to do to enable us to move. It is likely to run to several pages and to prove completely insufficient for our needs. We are going to need a books to make this move a reality. Fortunately we are in a position where we are able to compete the move without everything being perfectly aligned.
This is good because we want to be moved in to the new place for Christmas, which is a terrible time to move out of a place and sell the house. However, looking on the bright side, give it a few months after Christmas and things should look up for spring. It’s all Julia’s fault. If she had been born six months earlier it would make everything so much easier.
Today, we set off fifteen minutes earlier to ensure we arrived on time to meet workmen who had come to fix the new summerhouse in the MENCAP garden. It didn’t quite work out. They rang to say they were going to make the garden their second call, the traffic was heavy and we were only just on time, and by the time I got to work I was there at my normal time. Why, I asked myself, do I bother to plan thiongs when life conspires against me? I suppose I’m just an optimist.
Pictures are the MENCAP garden in various seasons.




