Well, the packing is for the most part done for now and our funny 1960s prefab is a pretty depressing place to be. Nothing pretty, lots of dusty corners and deceased insects at every turn.
What with that and saying goodbye to lovely peeps, I have been a bit down for the last couple of days.
But this morning, I got up with no plans in my head. I was fed up of staring at boxes so I shook off the dust, abandoned my lists and did some things because I felt like them. I rang my Dad and chatted for an hour and a half about our plans and his... Lovely. Then I headed into town for a spot of non-essential shopping: tea lights, marshmallows and birthday cards.
I had lunch with John which was lovely and a treat we will miss back in the real world, and found a new second hand book stall which provided me with these. I have stalled with my current book and haven't had anything else calling to me. As a consequence I have been taking films or audio books to bed, sleeping badly and feeling even more out of sorts than I would be anyway.
Now I am spoiled for choice and can't wait to get started. Hmm 20 minutes before school pickup. Time to choose which one to read first I think...