With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
November Night BY Adelaide Crapsey 1878 – 1915
Thank you for your patience my dear readers – if in fact there are still readers out there?
Hello? (Echo echo echo)
I’ve meant to write and meant to write and and and … but then I became a full time student and suddenly my week, my ‘To do’ list, and my brain just got too full.
I’m writing now because I’m at the end of a selfish week of head down study with no interruptions. Hubby is in Europe. I’ve handed in two big assignments. Our flat is sold. And I’m sitting on a Friday evening sipping a G&T all. by. myself. #sadcase
So, let me fill you in on the last however-many-weeks.
The gory details of our flat sale are too traumatic to recount, so here are the bare bones. The wicked sorceress tried every spell in her nasty trick bag to get us to default on our sale: she took ages to respond to every request, she withheld papers, she ignored WhatApps emails and calls, she lied to her solicitor, she lied to us, she tried to pin repair costs for her flat on us. Then she gave us 24 hours to courier a piece of paper to her and then failed to be there to sign it. Finally, when Hubby called her out on her subterfuge, literally asking her if she was trying to stop our sale, she gaslit him and blocked him on WhatsApp. Despite weeks of stress and sleepless nights, by absolute miracle (loads of people were praying) our flat sale completed on Monday 25th October 2021.
This is our empty flat. Everything we own is now in a 125ft storage unit.
In September / October spent 3 weeks in the beautiful Dordogne living with Hubby’s French marraine (godmother), a week in Paris and ended with a week with friends in Bavaria – a holiday we’d planned and booked 2 years ago. #ButCovid
The photo on the left was our view from the highest mountain in Germany, the Zugspitze (2,962m high). We were on the cable car going up this mountain on the most glorious day when our solicitor informed us that the evil sorceress wished us to courier her (in Scotland) the final deeds form (TR1) for her to sign before she left the country the next day. Sadly, we spent the next 2 hours trying to arrange that impossible feat instead of soaking in these stunning surroundings. It still hurts that she stole that from us.
Below are some pics of Bavaria and Austria. Breathtaking walks and some of the best snow fights EVER were had on this holiday.
The other bit of news, as you might recall, is that we made an offer on a house which was accepted! This purchase is going to be complicated one – the house is owned by the daughter of an old lady who lived in the house for nearly 30 years. The two do not get on, communication is slow, and there are other financial complications. The old lady wants to spend Christmas in her house, to pack up and say goodbye. We are trying to be accommodating and flexible buyers, so we’ve agreed a purchase date of 7th January 2022.
But neither of us anticipated feeling so lost and ‘rootless’ without a home in the UK and I’m over living out of suitcases. So, we are going to disappear to South Africa again and I CANNOT WAIT to get on that plane.
Did I mention that our ‘new’ house-to-be is a ‘fixer-upper’?
Below, I give you our future garden, or should I say, jungle. If you look carefully you’ll spot a shopping trolly. A bit of bundubashing into the 15m garden will reveal that there are in fact 2 dumped shopping trollies. I really cannot fathom how 2 shopping trollies ended up in a private garden, but we are looking forward to clearing this up in 2022. And maybe finding hidden treasure?
Exciting times ahead.
P.s. Hubby took the photo along the lake in Bavaria with the submerged rocks in the foreground. He’s very proud of that photo.
P.p.s. The opening picture is not meant to be a criticism of psychiatry or psychopathology or psychoanalysis etc. I just love Gary Larson cartoons and I’m up to my ears in Biological Psychology and Neuroscience, Social Psychology, Developmental Psychology, History of Psychology and Qualitative and Quantitative research methods that a bit of humour goes a long way.
P.p.p.s. Don’t worry about our buyers now having to deal with the wicked sorceress. It turns out one of them is a anti-corruption lawyer so I think they can take care of themselves.
P.p.p.p.s. At some stage I’ll give you my honest thoughts on remote working in foreign countries.