Gawd…a paper deluge thumped through the letterbox yesterday. Huge pile of conveyancing forms and letters to fill in, ginormous mortgage application, letter from the surveyors… we are drowning in bureaucracy right now, and I’ll be changing my name to Jarndyce at this rate.
Sat down with a bottle of wine to make a start on the forms last night – probably a bad idea in hindsight because we got all giggly and stupid about what are supposed to be SERIOUS DOCUMENTS and I kept making spelling mistakes because I was shaking with drunken laughter. Who would have thought moving house could be such fun, eh?!
It’s actually a bit weird now that we’re not painting and decorating every evening any more. We’ve sold the house – we’ve stopped all that. And because the house we’re moving to is a bit…um… well-loved, shall we say, I know that as soon as we’re in there, we’ll have months and months of cleaning and painting and decorating evenings stretching ahead of us (which is just as well, seeing as we’ll be Billy and Belle No-Mates there with no social lives to speak of…)
So I’m determined to make the most of this *restful* period inbetween. Nights out, trying not to get maudlin and sentimental over lovely friends. And nights in too, watching films and reading books. Bliss, actually! I’ve finished David Copperfield (little bit disappointed – fantastically enjoyable opening, got a bit boring in the middle, hated Dora, wasn’t that thrilled by worthy Agnes either, thought Mr Micawber was tedious even though he’s meant to be comic…) and have read The Night Watch too, which I absolutely loved – so clever, and beautifully written, with all the hints and clues and fabulous period detail. Am now reading Black Swan Green, which I found slightly irritating at first (it felt a bit self-conscious) but am now engrossed in it and enjoying very much. Next classic for May – Persuasion. I’ve never read it but it’s set in Bath so seems very appropriate.
Film-wise, I’ve seen Pan’s Labyrinth (fabulous fairy-tale), Red Road (grim weeper) and The Holiday (perfect pick-me-up). Get me! I’m no longer paint-splashed and reeking of turps. I’m cultured, ain’t I? For a short while, anyway…
Thank you for all the nice comments yesterday, by the way. I feel much better. New mantra: It's all going to be fine. Today I'm even starting to believe it.
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