Sunday, 26 February 2012
An emotional day.
I knew it would be hard, and it is being hard.
John has taken possession of his new abode and seems keen to get settled in. The big furniture is going tomorrow morning, then I’ll have space here to try and get back on some kind of order.
His place has potential, but it’s a bit grubby (the recycling bin as well as the ordinary one was overflowing with rubbish) and not very big. Still, I’m sure he’ll be fine. He has a nice garden. The one at the front is well fenced in and very private plus the house seems to be in quiet, peaceful area which is good.
I have shed some tears today, not that I’m going to miss him because I won’t, it’s just that I don’t have enough friends yet to stop me from feeling too alone.
I’m not in the mood to do much this evening, thanks to the remains of the cough. That said, there are a couple of things I do need to do before I close down whether or not I'll manage them is another thing entirely.