Looks like we're moving out. Our landlord is very unwell, he needs to sell up his house (and ours) to pay for care. Our contract runs out end of July and we'll need to look for somewhere else to live.
This is gutting. We've spent the last two years in our clifftop idyll and I guess I'd hoped it'd last for ever. I don't know where we'll end up if I'm honest. Worst case scenario we pack up our chattels and head back to the mainland.. you can shoot me if that happens.
When X heard the news he was distraught. E and I have been planning for all scenarios and will act accordingly. Best case an angel investor comes along and buys number 68 up and we continue living there. An outside chance but we live in hope!
It makes me want to appreciate where we live all the more. We have work and school links here so hopefully we won't end up too far away. I had a dream the other night about me and a group of people creeping round a house trying to spy a black panther lurking nearby, perhaps this is a sign of my anxiety?
On an unrelated note, do you have any idle thoughts you cannot share with those around you? I had one which made me chuckle, but which I couldn't share with my work colleagues who are lovely but resoundingly normal:
At our work conference the organisation who I work for (who shall remain nameless) were projecting tweeted images of goings on to the big screens in the conference room. 'Do they vet these pictures?' I mused. What would happen if I sent a picture of something inappropriate, would it appear behind the stage in front of 400 people??!! Just imagine the response!!!
Anyway, that's your lot for now. Hope all is well.
A.
