I was going to say there was no rhyme or reason to the title for this post apart from the fact I am reading this book by Diana Gabaldon; however, actually, there is. Read on.
The first stone is stitching (both standing and falling). The standing bit covers some progress on Watergarden. This is where I left you in August:
After about 10 days’ work, she looked like this:
Don’t you just love those blues. I know I could just dive straight in. At this point I rolled up the material to gain access to the topmost part and finished here:
Now, the falling part is that I have not stitched since 3rd September. I know! I’m definitely going through withdrawal symptoms. The reason for this is that our offer for the house in South Oxfordshire succeeded. This meant that Operation Up Sticks kicked in:
Declutter – it sounds so easy, doesn’t it. In actual fact it took us from 10th to 26th September to do this and transfer 75% of our possessions from the flat to storage. We recycled/sent to charity/binned about 5% and I now have a new rule: if it doesn’t fit in a cupboard, then it doesn’t come in the door. I must be ruthless when it comes to the unpacking stage. On the plus side, it is so much easier to clean the flat. 🙂
Organise transfer of job – I had to go for a group interview and it transpired when I was chatting with our branch’s HR person that I should have only had a chat to confirm my position. Understandably, the hours offered fit in with the new branch’s requirements but are (a) less than I now work and (b) not my ideal choice; however, once Christmas passes and the dust settles, I’ll see what I can get during the day Monday to Friday rather than evenings and weekends. I’ll just have to wow them with my winning personality and willingness to get stuck in! That funny feeling in the pit of my stomach has disappeared and I can now focus on the rest of Operation Up Sticks.
Decorate – our estate agent recommended a maintenance company he uses as some of the quotes we obtained privately were outrageous. These guys were ready, willing, able and nice with it. There are now 6 bodies in the flat beavering away. We have decamped to my MIL’s for a couple of weeks as it would be impossible to live there for the duration: George would be under their feet all the time, getting his tail in the paint and Tiggy would be stressed and guarding the carpet under the bed. She hasn’t yet come downstairs at MIL’s but she *has* come out of her crate. In the meantime, I have Claire Martin and Donna Lewis on loop as these artists’ music calms Tiggy. Baby steps …
Photographs – booked in for a fortnight hence.
Market – as soon as the photographs are taken, the estate agent will put the flat on the market. We have gone for the private auction option, which takes four weeks from photographs to auction date. It provides certainty and virtually guarantees that the sale will complete. Also, there will be just one day when viewings take place: another visit to MIL’s so George and Tiggy are not stressed by strangers wandering around and, let’s face it, so we only have to hide cat paraphernalia just the once 😮 .
That leaves just one stone: organising the physical move. I am happy to report I have selected a removals company and now I just need to make the booking.
Just as a PS, back in June I finished Milly and Andy’s wedding sampler and I had to contain myself until 8th September:
I am so pleased that Milly likes it and I wish them a long and happy marriage.
Whew, I think that’s it for now. I know stitching will be on the back burner until we’ve unpacked in the new house as my set up was too bulky to have in the flat, taking into account decorators/viewings etc. I have resigned myself to getting through a few books between now and then. If you can highly recommend any, then that would be great. I like historical fiction, mysteries, and science fiction if that helps.
See you again around Hallowe’en