Well.
You know when someone says to you “Dee, I need to talk to you,” you’re in for either momentous news or a bloody good telling off…
I was the tell-ee… and Flick was the tell-er this morning. And actually, I wasn’t getting a telling off…
Momentous news! Flick’s on the move… nearer to work, nicer, bigger house lots of good reasons to go but, well, you know… no one’s a big fan of change, right?
It’s interesting though, I’ve been thinking on and off for a while that I’d like to move to a smaller place, a place for one… And the whole prospect of doing it just felt like a monumental effort and telling Flick I wanted to live on my own felt awkward… you know, like I was rejecting her. So I hadn’t got my act together to do anything about it. Things have been trucking along here fine enough etc…
And so! Flick’s news is just the kick in the pants I needed to actually make me start looking for alternatives and so tomorrow I’m going looking for a new place…
I think this one looks kind of fun…
All the best for the your moving and the choices you will be making.
I am thinking of you.
There’s some lovely places on the Isle of Wight. Want me to send you the Property Press?
So how did the flat-hunting go?
It does indeed: all the best with the hunt! Exciting times…