As readers of this
blog will know, I’ve been changing my mind quite a lot about moving/not
moving/which house/bungalow to buy or not etc.
It now seems that
I AM moving to the smaller house with the smaller garden and smaller conservatory.
It’s not a perfect house (I can’t afford to buy one of those) and there are things
about it I’m not keen on, but that’s the same with the house I’m in now and with
all the others I’ve looked at. Whether I’ll
be happy there and able to work doesn’t come down to where I am physically, it’s
where I am in my head that counts. Yes, I’ve finally figures that out!
After a wrangle
with the estate agent who wanted me to pay two lots of fees (long story), that
hiccough’s been sorted. The buyers came for another look round last night and
still seem keen on the garden, so all I have to do now is some more waiting….
The People’s
Friend asked me to rewrite a story so that’s done, ready to post. I’ve also
finished two new stories which are heading to Writing Magazine comps, and
another that’s going to Fiction Feast.
Now I’m waiting
for Louis, the chocolate Labrador to arrive. He’ll help to keep me sane.
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