Lodger moves out November 2016

I last wrote in June.  Getting J2 out the door to Cairo took a lot of energy and organisation – mainly filing, sorting, packing, buying stuff and attending farewell events.  After he had gone I gutted the room and re-decorated then a week after my new lodger, teacher Laura moved in, Kirsty left.  I was sad because while I was expecting her to move out to live with her boyfriend Matt she actually

went back to her Dad who lives in Stevenage and she can’t drive

I think to put pressure on said Matt

although the move has been blamed on Peter upstairs

who walks in to people’s rooms when drunk –

only about once a year I hasten to add and

he has had a written warning and

she was told to bolt her door

which didn’t happen.

The joys of multiple occupancy!  I appeared on page 42 of The Sun recently, with mug shot, promoting spareroom.com!!!  Anyway, I have just refurbed room 2 and am waiting on a new occupant.

In all honesty, endless refurb is dull and requires monetary driven self-discipline.  To refurb room 2 as Kirsty brought all her own furniture has required raiding the lounge which is now without giant rug and one sofa and feeling cold and with echo!  Obviously next project while I am trying to save for Australia.

Work is OK.  We found out in the merger that our FM (Family Mosaic) colleagues are on about £6k more than us.  Once you know there is just no going back.  I applied for and succeeded in getting an interim management job quite simply because I would probably not like who might end up managing me otherwise.  However, it is now all kicking off as FM colleagues suddenly find themselves being required to be accountable within the new system.  I feel the clanging bell of impending doom is inevitable which is another spur to finish all house renovations to last until death!

It was lovely to see my brother Rick in Bordeaux and Religious loved France as a place time has stood still in.  I felt the enormous property was just beginning to look like it was running away with them, remembering my brother is 10 years older than me.  It just looked a bit chaotic for the first time.  Does it matter?  I think his dream will die with him, but I am not sure he cares.  My other brother does not even respond to emails.  I think he is becoming reclusive in Wales.

The jury is out on living with Religious.  Very often I think how lucky I am and then at other times I think how lucky he is.  Perhaps that is what an equal relationship is about.

I am very happy that my children all seem to be thriving across the globe.  I can live with the rest!