We had hoped by now to have the keys to our new home but as of yesterday it looks like another two and a bit weeks to wait. A very old lady (not me) at the top of the chain not using email is the reason. Understandable but somewhat frustrating. One good outcome is that we had originally pencilled in the movers for Monday but that is now forecast to be in the midst of a blizzard. Be thankful for those small mercies. We are comfortable where we are – but still itching to get cracking on unpacking etc.
I may be battling the blizzard to walk down to the Church Rooms to collect a prescription. I have a precise time to be there with my mask. At least I don’t have to drive to the next village to pick up from the chemist. So far we are impressed at how the health service functions in our new rural location.
Wellington boots are the most important piece of apparel that I brought with me. It’s a good job that I dug them out of the cupboard where they had languished unused for half a decade and put them in the car. Muddy footpaths, mossy sand dunes and cart tracks make up 80% of our walks and days like yesterday show me what a joy it is to live in this unspoilt landscape.
However, the next few days will see us trapped inside. I can finish editing my new book, finish reading Maggie O’Farrell’s Hamnet which I put by to savour and, once we have exchanged, finish all the admin’ work that has piled up. It sounds like a plan.
Today’s highlight other than those? Waiting for my Sainsbury’s delivery and ordering next week’s one. Here it comes.