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smokingboot) wrote2019-09-20 08:40 am
smokingboot) wrote2019-09-20 08:40 am
Days of Angst
Not easy.
The exchange of contracts has been delayed and delayed, everything is in a state of high stress, then to cap it all, Surya goes missing.
It was a good day for her, followed by a strange night. There were treats, steak, a prawn, a divinely well made fire, her own little cushion basking in the glow. Then she got restless. She had her evening meal with the rest of them, and we all went to bed. She didn't appear for breakfast.
I feared the worst; she is the most sedentary,the most stay at home, the least impressed by the cold. I thought she had gone out to meet the moon under a hedge somewhere never to return, because all of this is very uncharacteristic of her.
But she came back a day later, to much joy. And I am wondering if she is quite all right in her head, whether perhaps a little senility is creeping in. Something doesn't feel quite right...
Or I could be oversensitive because everything is so up in the air. The whole exchange of contracts thing has been horrendous, the complexities at our buyer's end far greater than she led us to believe or perhaps believed herself. Today is exchange of contracts day. Let's see if it actually happens.
Leaving London feels a bit strange. But if this house will be loved (and the new owner seems very ready to adore it) then I can go and make another place just as loveable. New horizons call, and I am ready for them even if my first six months up there will be spent hibernating.
Will I ever live in London again? Hard to see it, but then it was hard to see it the first time I left. Never say never. Meantime, let's see what happens today.
The exchange of contracts has been delayed and delayed, everything is in a state of high stress, then to cap it all, Surya goes missing.
It was a good day for her, followed by a strange night. There were treats, steak, a prawn, a divinely well made fire, her own little cushion basking in the glow. Then she got restless. She had her evening meal with the rest of them, and we all went to bed. She didn't appear for breakfast.
I feared the worst; she is the most sedentary,the most stay at home, the least impressed by the cold. I thought she had gone out to meet the moon under a hedge somewhere never to return, because all of this is very uncharacteristic of her.
But she came back a day later, to much joy. And I am wondering if she is quite all right in her head, whether perhaps a little senility is creeping in. Something doesn't feel quite right...
Or I could be oversensitive because everything is so up in the air. The whole exchange of contracts thing has been horrendous, the complexities at our buyer's end far greater than she led us to believe or perhaps believed herself. Today is exchange of contracts day. Let's see if it actually happens.
Leaving London feels a bit strange. But if this house will be loved (and the new owner seems very ready to adore it) then I can go and make another place just as loveable. New horizons call, and I am ready for them even if my first six months up there will be spent hibernating.
Will I ever live in London again? Hard to see it, but then it was hard to see it the first time I left. Never say never. Meantime, let's see what happens today.
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