Talking to myself

I'm pretty sure no one is reading this - so it begs the question why I'm blogging? Is 'Because I can' a good enough answer???

It's Sunday. My contribution to getting the house ready is to go through my wardrobe and get rid of the clothes I will never fit into again and take them to the charity shop. R is beavering away in the garden making it ready for tomorrow's photographs.

I'm still into reality avoidance - so bread is baking, supper is in the oven, and a cursory throwing away of magazines isn't really that helpful. The wine supply ends tonight - so I have to get through all this without a % proof crutch!

I just have to keep reminding myself what it's all about. But is it worth it if we only get to stay in the place for a maximum of 4 weeks a year? I wish I could win the lottery (memo to self: start buying a ticket if that's what you want) or that our premium bonds would come up - I'd grab the chance to move there straight away.