There comes a time when the prospect of packing up and moving home yet again, sends a shudder through the already wilting physique that I laughingly call, my body. I am already at the stage where once I have knelt down I have to grab at any available object human or not to drag myself back up onto my feet. My knees crack and ache as do my joints in general. Yet I have the prospect of spending the next few weeks packing boxes with books, china, glass, my collection of dead animals (only joking) and then start one of the many treks back and forth to the local tip. Now I have to say that we will have had four moves by the time I write my next blog and on three occasions we have had a bit of a de-clutter. Needless to say on this fourth occasion we are going to have another de-clutter and another trek!
The good news is that we have of course found somewhere to live, so on the 6th March we will be moving back to Chichester after an absence of nearly 15 years (not counting the hell that was my employment there) and we are quite looking forward to it. The location is not perfect because its a bit of a trek into town and a bit of a trek back if you are lugging a carrier bag of gin or rum or.... anyway it's a bit further out of town than we would have liked.
On the bright side, it is quite near the hospital which we can see just through the fence separating the estate from the hospital grounds. I think it quite convenient really for if I am ill Val can simply heave me over the fence, avoiding the sharp spikes of course and then dash round to make sure they pick me up. We also have the nearby albeit derelict Graylingwell Hospital which I can use for roaming the grounds seeking out more items for me "collection".
I seem to remember that getting a phone put in was a rather simple task (perhaps that was as far back as 1971 though if I think about it) but not now! This morning I spent an hour on the phone (Free thank heavens) to a nice chap in Dundee ordering a simple telephone line! Then I spent another 20 minutes on the phone with Virgin Media swapping my Broadband about, all this to save money so don't start telling me I should have switched to BT..... I knew what I was doing. The next step is TV.. will it be Freeview, FreeSat, Sky or simple terrestrial TV and only FOUR channels?
Sometime during this time we are off to Ibiza for a week to meet the new arrival, little Neo and hopefully some better weather.
When we get back it's back to the house move, trekking around the shops looking for wardrobes, chests of drawers and bedside tables. As we seem to have bought a very similar home to the one we sold in 2007 which has a larger garden than we ever intended to have, we have decided to get it landscaped properly (that means I am not to go anywhere near DIY, grass treatments, weed killers or gravel. When I was issued this edict I gave an inward sigh of blessed relief from the backbreaking work was was to avoid.
As I now leave this blog for the moment to trek to the post office let me leave this tribute to the real trekkers (The Trekkers comprised two groups from the eastern frontier region of the Cape: semi-nomadic pastoralists (known as Trekboers); and established farmers and artisans (known as Grensboere, or Border Farmers). Together these groups were later called Voortrekkers (Pioneers).)- Thank heavens you did it and not me!! We have probably moved our furniture and weary bodies about the same distance as these dogged South Africans did in 1800's - I salute them!
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