Well for the last year, while I was healing from my kidney operation I decided to put 42 on the market. Mainly for a better quality of life being my health is now become a major distribution to my life. So when cheeky monkey and her partner flew to Australia the end of march I had it valued, not for getting it’s shared ownership sixty percent to Thames Vally Housing. I phoned them to say I wanted to down Size as I could no longer keep up with the garden and Maintance. I was informed to apply for a smaller property I have to have my house under offer!! Although I’ve been refused two flats.
Anyway, as soon as it went on the market it sold as I knew it would. I got scared and took it off. Plus Tim was filling my head with ideas of what we could do together.
So back it went on and sold straight away, although held up two weeks due to having pneumonia, I’ve finally finished packing.
Our happy home for fourteen years, all the four children have lived her, their partners at some stage, my wife (bests friend) I’ve had lodgers. Friends of the children. Always a open door buzzing with energy. So many memories, in fact it’s the longest I’ve lived in one house in my fifty three years of walking this universe.
I’ve sold or given away most furniture, leaving with three small tables, one small chests of draws and a small wardrobe. My cloths have been seriously thinned out into two suitcases. It’s actually been very cleansing. So where will I go or end up? Options, I rent a room at the Boyces or go to Spain until the end of May 2018 with Tim on the 20th December. Ferry booked, accommodation found. But speaking to him this morning I herd the caution and hesitation in his voice, so I took my power back and said as if tomorrow I’m homeless. I will go to the Boyces. This evening he’s come round asking me to reconsider, and to stay at his tonight. I declined and said no I want my last night here even though I’m sleeping on the sofa as I’ve sold the beds.
So what will tomorrow bring?