Spent all day yesterday with Mr 1957 sorting out and tidying the garage. No visit from Mr Landlord yet, so the coast was clear to put most of the contents out front to make space to sort!
Had 2 separate visits from The Trumpet Man asking whether any of the stuff out front was scrap. I nearly told him that it might look like scrap, but it was actually the sum total of a life's work. Hah!
Sunday brings rain, rain and more rain. C1 spent 2 nights at her friend's house, so needed to be extracted from said friend's house this morning.
Sunday lunch was delayed by the eventual visit from Mr Landlord, and after an hour of talk, mainly about the loss of his wife, he left, with plans to return on Tuesday with an estate agent for measuring up and an evaluation of the house. Bugger! Not sure whether there will be an actual sale, but there is still a cloud of possibly re-housing over our heads.
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| Or not????? |
Madagascar 3 on the telly to cheer us up as we eat our supper of 'fridge-raid-salad' and crispbreads. C1 made a jug of lemonade as a nose-thumb to the fact that although it is now past 'mid-summer's day', we have the heating on, and are cold.
To bed for sleep, and another week of school, unknown/unprecedented crises, scrimping and house fretting lies ahead.
Joy to the world.
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| Never give up, never surrender... |
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