Sharon Maria Bidwell

Okay, I’ve been quietly hinting for months that personal matters would take precedence this year. One of those is my trying to finalise my father’s estate. Right now, the response by the powers that be seem to be one of ignoring me every time I ask what is happening. I’m going to roll back the sleeves shortly. This should have been over by now.

The most major thing to take up my time this year has been my search for a new start in life. It finally happened two weeks ago. In a climate that didn’t bode well, I’ve managed to do what most believe is impossible right now and have moved!!! I’m in a new house! And it’s gorgeous…or would be if I weren’t up to my ears in rolls of paper and tins of paint. We’ve also discovered rather nice flooring in one part that with a little work will come up a treat, but what that all means is I’ve been without Broadband up until now (and even now I’ve a few glitches — isn’t it always the way with these things) and I’m sitting crossed-legged on cushions typing in the hallway with my PC monitor on a wooden box. NOT the most comfortable way to work and it’s going to be like this for at least another couple of weeks.

I’ve not been able to write as too distracted so what have I been doing with every spare moment? I’ve been waving a paintbrush around. The guest room is finished. Our bedroom is half-finished, and the small box room is also complete. My books are all stored in a horrid peculiar garage like construction at the bottom of the garden that is far too spidery for me and I’m sure we’ll get rid of in time. I can’t wait to unpack them but there’s lots of work to do before I can do that. Some of my personal possessions are with the inlaws in another county altogether.

This is the first home we been able to truly choose. The places we’ve lived before came up by chance or we were being priced out of the market and in a rush etc. This house wasn’t what we imagined but it fell in our laps and it was the best that we’d seen. Actually, that makes the process sound easy. It wasn’t. Maybe I’ll beguile you with the selling and buying process in the weeks ahead, the idiots that came through my front door, the mad rush on the day. Yes, I’ve been stressed. The important thing though is I’ve finally done what I’ve been saying we’d do for maybe the last five, six, or seven years. We’ve moved! I can’t help wondering if I can no longer class myself as a Londoner but then maybe that never changes no matter where you live. And I will be back. I’m travelling into London in a few weeks to go to the theatre. For now it’s back to the paintbrush and oh…yes, damn, I have edits. Next week kind editors. I promise to get to them next week!

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