One Week To Go

This time next week, we’ll be moving to the new house. And about bloody time, too.

The time between completing the purchase and actually moving in has been well spent, though – as detailed previously, there’s been a lot of work done, with workers in and around the house pretty much all the time – if we’d moved in before all this, we’d have been living in a bombsite for the last month, and Hound would be absolutely orbital. So it’s for the best that we’ve delayed moving ’til now.

But at the same time it’s been hard work, and it’s felt like being in limbo. Just about every night, and pretty much every spare moment, we’ve been up at the house dealing with stuff, or organising stuff to happen. It’s been enormously busy, and I can’t deny that I’ll be happy to just be in the place – at least we won’t be having to travel between houses (even though it’s a short distance really, only about five miles each way) every day, and so we’ll have more time to get things done ourselves.

Oh, and more time to walk Hound round the local fields – in that context, we’ll be back to how we were in Bracknell, with the poxy idiot getting taken out pretty much every morning at some ungodly hour before I go to work. On that score, Attleborough is bloody horrible for dog-walking (again, as I’ve said before) with no decent places for a stupid collie to run, without either a) walking for half an hour first to get to the playing field, or b) getting in the car to go past the railway station to the playing field.

From next Friday, though, we’ll be moved in, and will have a field roughly 30 seconds away. (Five seconds, if Hound ever escapes…)

I can’t wait.