Friday October 3, 2008
Up and at-em good and early on the first day of the big move project. Three external errands, getting us back to the house at 10:10, just in time to miss the postman and to pick up a ’sorry we missed you’ card. Ain’t it always the way?
“Not to worry,” I said. ”We can pick it up after our brief siesta this afternoon. Another LP?”
“Yup. I’m working on a complete set of Roxy Music now.”
And then we went our separate ways until lunch. Graham to finish off the garage: tick. Me to my study to make up the letter and cheque to Sally our solicitor with the final account: tick. And on the phone to British Telecom to terminate this account and open a new one in the little house under the pines: tick.
Seems we’ll have landline telephone on the morning of the 17th, with broadband kicking in late in the afternoon, possibly early next morning. Yeah. Well, it could happen like that but I’ve not forgotten the complete hair-tearing frustration of getting broadband access here, a couple of years back.
Then, lunch, and what was intended to be a very short siesta. No matter. Our motivation is still high, and we got over to the Royal Mail depot to pick up Graham’s new/old LP, and strolled through the churchyard and indoor market to the post office to send Sally’s cheque off, guaranteed delivery Monday morning.
“That’s the last of the big cheques,” I said.
“Good. Are we still inside budget?”
“Yup.”
“You’re a clever chicken.”
“What’s so clever about chickens, then?”
“Ok. You’re a good chicken.”
“Right. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
The sun poured down by the church, warming the stones and making the flowers glow. We walked past the guide-plaque for the Battle of Sedgemoor. All very pretty, and comforting, and historic.
When we got home I made tea and Graham cut the grass. One last time, and still looking good.
Cutting the grass, one last time
