After a 10 month roller-coaster, it's third time lucky and I am moving to a little cottage (with a lift and just two minutes away from the high road). It is quite a tardis and will incorporate a lift (which I hope not to use!) Moving day was supposed to be next Tuesday, but contracts still haven't been exchanged, so completion and the removal has been postponed till 10 January. Christmas decorations, most of my clothes, books, cooking utensils etc are all packed. In what box did I pack my knickers? Where's the sugar for the workmen? Clean sheets? Where's the painting that the woman wants to have another look at? Including my own, I have over 100 paintings, most roughly the same size and all individually wrapped in bubble-wrapped. What a nightmare. My Christmas will be spent curled up in a packing case, sleeping I hope. I am sooooo tired, despite lots of generous support. Unsurprisingly, I am flaring badly, despite being on 10 mgs Prednisilone on top of MTX and Rituximab.
Still, at least I have a home and I think of poor souls around the world who aren't so lucky.
I shall miss this house, especially the garden and the outlook at the back, but I'm looking forward to creating a new, courtyard one.
All good things to you all,