What a rollercoaster….
It has been a stressful week. A week of highs and lows. Seven days of frustration mixed with enjoyment; of joy and disappointment.
This week C and I headed to deepest, darkest Surrey Hills in search of a rental property with room enough to accommodate furniture accumulated over 23 years and within striking distance of an international airport and London.
We were very much feeling the pressure as I start my new job on Monday, Bank Holiday Monday that is. While everyone else in the UK will be huddled under a golf umbrella turning sausages on a bbq they wish they had cleaned last September, Middle Man will be having lunch in Paris with his new boss.
The absolute delight of the week was meeting our six-week old niece, Ella Rose, for the first time. She is a wonderful, cuddleful, bundle of love and beauty, and we look forward to spending more quality time with her and her parents. Although to my mind mom and dad seemed a tad too excited at the prospect of having two doting baby sitters on tap.
C had prepared a very carefully choreographed list of potential rental properties for us to view. All were selected on the basis of proximity to travel routes, Waitrose, Pizza Express (which is our traditional eatery of choice for both drowning our sorrows and celebrating our successes in life), and Laura Ashley, and price…..
It is expensive down South!
And there followed a couple of days of huge disappointment viewing dark, pokey houses with ancient Argas, dirtier than any chip pan I have ever owned; inadequate parking, even for my recently downsized Audi A1; on busy roads with passing juggernauts rattling the door frames; with no mobile signal; located next to pubs, or sharing their grounds with a huge care home for elderly dementia sufferers….. I kid you not. C was worried that we might be spending our evenings corralling confused residents in their slippers and dressing gowns and was not impressed with my suggestion of erecting an electric fence….
Thankfully these horrors were interspersed by visits to nice restaurants, excellent pubs and time shared with C’s sister, her hubby and the baba…..and a rather depressed trip to Pizza Express, Reigate.
But, we did it.
We found a place which will likely be our home for the next twelve months or so. It was our very last viewing in the beautiful village of Shere, near Guildford. Shere is featured in the Railway Children (Jenny Agutter…..sigh), the Holiday, and home to the excellent William Bray pub which is owned by the Stig.
And so, we may be moving as quickly as mid-May. C is about to go into overdrive making arrangements for the move while we both try to prepare for an emotional farewell to our beautiful home, friends, neighbours, and fabulous memories, as we sever our umbilical cord with the North…..for a while at least.
What a rollercoaster six months it has been….fingers crossed for those to come!