Life is for living
Can't believe its ten days since I last posted. Things have been happening and my brain is having trouble keeping up. First in two days I go on holiday with my friend to Spain. Now have everything laid out on the spare bed ready to be packed. Least ways I think I have everything. The other day I realised I had forgotten to get any euros then yesterday when I was charging my phone I remembered I needed an adapter which of course I had already pack in a removal box. A scramble in all the boxes then ensued. I can't wait to get to Spain when I can do nothing but rest my brain and enjoy myself.
My house move is now teetering. My sellers can't move out till at least 7 March and the first couple in the chain have to complete by 20 March. So I will return to finish packing up my belongings and starting over in a new flat. Is this really what an eighty year old should be doing? Of course it is. I have no desire to sit at home doing nothing new or exciting waiting to go into the old peoples home or turning up my toes. Life is for living.
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