And so begins the countdown to another move. This time next week … This time tomorrow ….
A week today Sally will be waiting patiently in the kennels while we try to fit all the possessions we’ve accumulated over the last six months, plus her sleeping crate, into the back of a Skoda Octavia. We’ll be cleaning like crazy whilst doing a treasure hunt around the house armed only with an inventory and vague memory of how things looked when we moved in.
And I just know that, this time next week, when I’ve run out of time, I’ll remember with startling clarity all sorts of things I ‘Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda‘ in the words of the fabulous Miss Beverley Knight. But to continue with the quote these ‘are the last words of a fool’.
So, I’m trying to enjoy the week ahead, to do a little every day and to trust that experience and the universe will see us through!
Friday 23rd January 2025 – Goodbye Miskin, Pontyclun. Monday 26th January – Hello Vejer de la Frontera.