Far from perfect, but not boring

Well, that’s life, never perfect, but I will tell you, it never seems boring around here lately.

We’ve had 2 potential buyers for the property have a look this week, both have been very keen, and today’s apparently has the money, according to the real estate agent. It’s been a busy week, I have felt like crap for well over a week, and just when I thought I’d get a chance for a rest, we get a phone call for the first looker on Monday morning. 15 minutes later, the real estate agent calls for another, so 2 in a week, no rest, and lot’s and lot’s of cleaning and trying to keep it that way. Fingers, toes, and everything crossed, one of these 2 buy and let us know before the week is out.

We are halfway through winter, 6 weeks too long for us. We are going to be moving to a much warmer climate when the house sells, we even have the house chosen, but can’t buy it until this one is sold. We would be only 200 metres from a school, which is better than 5 kilometres, which is basically what it is right now.

The school holidays haven’t been so much fun for Jack this week, given we’ve been cleaning, and he hasn’t been able to do anything which would make a mess, which for a kid, is anything they want to do. He’s been really good, and this afternoon he has played with his Lego for the first time in about 4 days. I think he was quite happy to finally get a toy out and play.

The weather has been appalling, wet, freezing cold, and windy, I spent a bit of time outside in it over the weekend, as we moved some stuff we have had in storage in town, 20km away, up to the property, as we now own a 20ft shipping container, the vessel that will take all our worldly possessions to the new place. I am starting to feel the effects of having spent too much time out in the weather, I have a slight sore throat, and this afternoon, the fatigue came over even more strongly than normal. I hope I am wrong, but I think I may be facing my first cold for the year. When it’s all said and done though, last year I reckon I had had a cold or flu about 3 times by the same time in the year. The year before, we were sick again as soon as we got over the previous one.

Today, after getting the house ready for the inspection, we headed down to town while the people had a look at the place, had lunch at Subway, did a little shopping, and then came home and have done not much else since. Dad managed to sell the overly big leather lounge today, so we assembled the 2 armchairs that we got to replace it with, there was no point putting them together until the couch was gone, as there would have been no room. Now the lounge room looks huge. At least now, as much as I love cuddling my son, I won’t have a small person draped all over me every time I want to sit down and relax. One of the things about fibromyalgia, which is a curse, is sometimes even just someone touching you leaves you in agony.

I am very much hoping that one of these 2 people buy the place, and soon, because another effect that sensitive to the touch stuff does is that it makes wearing long trousers painful, which is a tad inconvenient when it is freezing cold and you can’t not wear long trousers. Bring on a warm climate where shorts are all that you need to wear.

I am under no illusions that there won’t be an adjustment period when we finally move back to warmer climes. I lived most of my life in the tropics before coming to live in this freezing hell hole, but after 8 years living in the cold, I am sure the first summer up north will be a shock to the system.

Anyhow, time for me to go, I must sleep, and everyone else, apart from Jack, is asleep now, so I guess we better get there too. Goodnight.



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