Thursday August 14, 2008
A minor flurry of activity on the house sale this morning, no more, when it was discovered that the solicitor of the erstwhile buyers was being ‘a bit slow’ in returning the contract documents so that Sally could proceed. Soon sorted, and balanced by the news that our new buyers had, on their own accord, phoned the agent to inform him that a valuation has been booked and is to be carried out sometime next week.
Things are moving.
Graham cut the grass and I took the clippings off to the dump with me on the way to Sainsbury’s. Bridgwater council now charges £25 a year to take garden waste away. A large bright red plastic bucket holds all the waste we can produce and the dump accepts it free of charge. No competition, really.
I carried out a very careful shop and managed to keep the daily food and wine provisions to a little under £10. It’s strange looking out the cheaper alternatives but it does mean I keep well inside my budget, leaving some cash over for savings. Brain’s faggots, mashed potatoes and mushy peas for dinner tonight (no, not that kind of faggot). Tomorrow we’re having yum-yum-pig’s-bum, cabbage and potatoes, modified to use less bacon and other ingredients, served with parsley sauce.
Then, leaving the car in Sainsbury’s car park and feeling a little guilty because I was occupying a disabled driver’s space, I set out to see if I could find a variant for my daily walk. Quite successful, resting halfway in the churchyard under the trees and again on a bench on the main road. Not sure of my distance but I was plodding for about 30 minutes in total and that’s as much as I can manage on an average day just now.
Bridgwater is not the most pleasant of towns for slow walking, or any kind of walking, I imagine. There are quiet little resting places, though, if you seek them out, and I was happy enough to sit by the church tower, looking over the almost derelict graveyard and through the trees.
In the churchyard, Bridgwater
And then, it rained. I got home to find that Graham had finished his day’s work in the garage, with a car load of crappy to be taken to the dump tomorrow. At this rate the garage will be cleared and all the tools packed neatly by this time next week, ready for the move.
Each day, a little progress and a lot of pleasure. We’re going through a happy time and I wish we could share it with our friends, especially those who are navigating stormy waters.
