As it’s a year since I began the preparations for this blog feel I should acknowledge it but not celebrate it as it has been so hit and miss.
A year ago I sold my house in France and the past year has been one hold-up after another. Moving back to England, re-establishing myself into the systems, finding somewhere to live and settling in, catching up with everyone, and then the dreaded unpacking.
Although moving house is supposed to be the third most stressful event after death and divorce, I actually enjoy it. This time however the unpacking has been much more difficult. In part, a big part, that I have so little storage here and so much ‘stuff’. The charity shops have already benefitted from 99% of my wardrobe but I still have much left to put on eBay. One of the things causing problems are the huge amounts of ‘this might come in useful one day’ and ‘this is too good to just throw away but I’m willing to part with it’. Much of this consists of perhaps small items not suitable to sell.
When I arrived back from France the person driving me needed to stay overnight and I had asked a friend to make up a bed for her. Unfortunately the bed is in the room where I had made my piles of ‘charity shop’, ‘throw out’, ‘sell’, ‘alter’, ‘find a home for’ and ‘undecided’. I had to tell my friend just to put it all in the third bedroom so, of course, it was all mixed up again. It still is as I haven’t been able to lift anything of any weight or move my arm in a normal fashion. I am finally getting to the stage where I can do more but it’s been three months out of the year. I feel I’ve missed out on the summer.
Last week I decided to have a go at driving. I felt that I would be able to cope with the simple act of driving but wasn’t sure about manoeuvring the vehicle. I asked Isabelle to come with me just in case but I was fine, and for that I’m thankful. I had been going stir crazy and Isabelle had to take me to all the hospital appointments, dentist, shopping etc. I feel that I’ve got my independence back.
Typing was painful and so I got very behind on emails and suchlike. Then a few weeks ago I fell asleep with a cup of tea in my hand and when it spilled on me I leapt up and threw the rest onto the keyboard of my laptop causing most of the right-hand keys not to work. For example the right hand shift key doesn’t work and as that is the one I habitually use I forget to use the left hand one for capital letters. As it’s a pretty old Sony Viao and Sony aren’t making laptops any more I’ve been waiting weeks for the shop to source a replacement keyboard. It’s been awkward using a USB keyboard so I’ll be glad when it’s been repaired.
So that’s it. The year in a nutshell.
Nevertheless, I find I can now knit quite comfortably so that has been keeping me going. Small mercies.