My house doesn't really feel like my house anymore. Not that it ever was as we rent it, but it did feel like home for 18 long, blissful months. The landlord left us to our own devices and we enjoyed the space, the garden, our family life. Now it is empty, with an echo.
Now it just feels like someone else's home, someone who is itching to move in and extend it and get fab new curtains and carpets and paint for it. My throat lump is pretty intense right now.
It's been rotten since I hurt my back, not helped by the fact I put a bag of frozen peas down my pants to soothe the inflammation and they burst and made my tights all wet while I was at work (yes, I pea-d my pants). Then I had to see the physio five minutes after (wearing the same wet tights) who happened to be young and fit. Oh the horror. Going back to see him this Thursday so will possibly work harder on my choice of underwear and avoid peas in my pants.......
I've left my very part time (ie 6 hours a week job) as a dental receptionist. No more root canal banter. Ahem.
|"Yes we can book you in for Tooth Hurty, no problem.....mwaahhhhh!"|
So the job is finished and the house is in chaos, we've packed loads but everywhere is filled with itty bitty bits and I hate it.
|Yes the TV is older than my daughter and no I am not kidding!!!!!|
We have Tues, Wed and Thurs and then that's it. Removal men come at 8am on Friday. Then I will no longer be a Royal Berkshire Bird.
I've loved it here and wow, I've known who my friends are. One is taking me out for breakfast tomorrow, loads joined me for my leaving drinks do (I was high on painkillers), one made me this awesome present;
which is made up of all the places I've loved to visit in the village (she gathered paper bags and leaflets from each one), some clubbed together to buy me a John Lewis voucher and I've had some lovely presents. People are already booking in to come and stay. It's lovely. These people are the ones I shall stay in touch with, they mean so much to me. There are two friends I saw three times last week because we couldn't bear to say goodbye, so have kept prolonging it. Now it's getting silly.
The Prince said goodbye to his friends, including the "Candle Twins". The mum and I met on a train to London when I was visiting KMMMS after Taya was born. We've been friends ever since.
And I've come to realise our shoe pile has really stressed me out.
|It literally goes on for miles and miles|
|And I don't own one pair of f*** me shoes. I always go for comfort. Shame!|