mess ... however working through it in a slap dash fashion. An early stroll out. The air needed after being couped up. The rest in a peace of a weekend. Thankful for that, to heal from much , more and besides.
I expect I will forget things. I can only but try to get ready to be elsewhere a while ... I have plenty to do besides the functions in a day. I have an appointment to fulfil which requires preparation.
And the fathom of the boxes emptied ready to pack in a car to be patient with .... The pack of items from a Nans room when it was cleared of her saved photos, a sewing table her granddaughter wanted. Her clothes and cuddly toys were dispersed. The furniture donated to the home. A mirror packed in the shed we squeezed in here. The last little memories going North, after she too passed last year. The irony that all that was local with the in laws living in the region all their lives. (Apart from the father in laws evacuation from London, during the the Second World War).
It will be travelling afar to a new home like the two of us left. One born and bred herself in the area, but now lives North. And one born in one county, bred in another, and had a family in their locality.
And although London is good for some vocations, and ideas I have, the tug of a more laid back dreckly beckons. The cycle to walk the trails and cliff tops are winning me over.
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