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We went to pick up and sign for the keys for our new house on Saturday.  It was another gloomy winter day - the view obscured again by mist and snow!  The house was cold as there has been no heating for a few weeks but the welcome we got from our prospective landlord and his partner was warm and friendly and the in spite of the barren aspect and chilly air the house still feels like it will become a lovely home.  To celebrate the done deed a good friend of ours who will soon be a close neighbor arrived with a yummy home made orange cheesecake and we stood in various rooms eating it and agreeing all was going to be very good!

That is not to say I am not having a last minute wobble!!   Now everything is signed and in motion and there is no going back I feel really rather strange.... I am very sad to be leaving this house where we have been very happy and have to keep reminding myself of the real reasons for moving, my family and lovely granddaughters who will love the new house and space they will have to run about in when they visit which will be more more frequently then they have be able to while we live up here!

I spent last night laying awake tossing and turning trying to imagine our belongings in this new space - our bed is enormous and posing a problem about how it will or more likely not fit in the room we would prefer to have as our bedroom - this can only be resolved once we get there!

This house is bare and cold, the curtains and pictures all down and we are surrounded by boxes - its not a calming influence - I kind of feel I just want to stay in bed until 8.00 Tuesday morning when the move starts in earnest!

Tomorrow is moving day... no internet provider at the moment int he new house so expect delays for future posts... hopefully we will remain sane and normal rambling service will resume in the not too distant future.


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