can I just say that other than Kat, who threw herself in front of me pleading for rationality, for the most part the rest of you were pretty mild. So with that said...
drum roll please...
(one-armed drum roll like Def Leppard's Rick Allen if you like)...
I am officially moving!
Well, not officially officially- the Mrs. Future Landlord was quite pleased with us and our offer to ensconce ourselves in her beautiful home, but since she and Mr. Future Landlord both have to sign on the dotted line, she still needs to present it to him.
I think he's off haggis hunting in Scotland or something, so hopefully tomorrow I will know if I am officially officially moving house by myself while my husband sits in the hot desert watching Haji dvds.
So that's it. Feel free to call the authorities and have me declared insane.
But first, have a look at this...
(and btw, this isn't a "grass is greener" scenario, we've had some shady things happen regarding our landlord and for our own protection and peace of mind, are moving).
Fine, that's really the back side of an open carport.
Our Christmas tree for 2011
Do you suppose I will ever know where she is?
And there's an inside to this place too... look at the lovely floor my kids will flood.
I will miss my Aga. I will desperately, most likely mourn for months for the Aga. I already miss the pool since summer has avoided us for the second straight year. I won't miss throwing money into it via chemicals and the time spent cleaning it only for the weather be too cold for swimming.
And I will miss the Hedwig hooting outside while I type and the Moorhens (who seem to lose babies to our pond every year).
But when winter comes,
and every child gets to stay in their room rather than move to parts of the house where the radiators work,
I will smile.
So technically, we're being snow birds. Flying off to a warmer house for winter (the season that never leaves).
So truth time: How many times did you have to Google something from this post?