Funny feelings.

I feel like a murderer. After all those years with three children who told me firmly "Mum, if you are going to put teddies in a bag, you really MUST leave airholes so they can breathe.", what have I been doing? Packing cuddly toys into plastic bags, and firmly vacuuming out all the air!

Perhaps it is time they departed this house - but how can I do that? Firstly, they are not mine, and secondly, I remembered all their names as I packed them.

I have to have faith. Didn't I read somewhere that they have the ability to hibernate at will? Certainly, I whispered to them as they went into the bags, so if they were listening, they should be ok.

Things have been done.

Last week we went for a visit to the east coast. Here is a picture at the east coast.

We also went to Stamford. I only took a couple of pictures there - it was pretty overwhelming and I hardly knew where to point the camera, so here is the better of the two!


For the benefit of the American branch of the family, when we move our new postal address will be Boston. Here is a picture I took in Boston.


Despite being just to the east of Maryland, and up a bit from New York, we are not emigrating! There is a memorial to the Pilgrim Fathers, but that is because this is the Boston that they started from.

We have found the house that suits us precisely. The sale is "subject to contract", so I will say no more now except that it is situated EXACTLY as I had hoped to find - in a small hamlet, but very close to the main village, which has all the services that we need. With neighbours, but not too many. With a large enough garden on good soil. With a walk-in pantry in the kitchen. That last one has been puzzling my other half. He realises that it is a "good thing" but is amazed at the way every woman I mention it to says "Oooooh!"

Shan't mention the socks I knitted except that they will forever be known as my housebuying socks.

No photos

No photos and no knitting and not even any sneaked in sewing.

I have had quite a bit on my mind of late, and here is the gist of it.

My Dearly Beloved has retired, and we are now getting started on a project that has been in our minds for a long time. We are not quite running away to sea, but something similar. Now that all three children are out of the house, and getting on with their lives, we are going to do likewise. We plan to move home to somewhere rural, fairly far north of here, and out of the ambit of Surrey, London and all that that entails. We don't know where yet and next week we make a start on looking. We will be pottering around in the right sort of places, waiting for something to announce that this would be a good place.

I doubt if there will be much posting for some time.

It feels a little bit like an elopement. It is just that we have waited 42 years to get around to it!