After 10 long days of packing up the house and moving all our worldly possessions into our local storage depot the day had finally come to move to and move on to our next adventure, Kev was badgering me to get a move on and questioning why i was cleaning the house when the new owners were sending a cleaning company in first thing in the morning, but if you’re like me I had to do it, it’s my way of saying goodbye to the house and cutting the strings that bind me to it. Finally I was happy with all my OCD cleaning and Kev had put the welcoming gifts in place; a bottle of rosé champagne, two Anthropology mugs with the new owners initials on them [i love those mugs we have the whole alphabet, and such a good price, even better if you buy them in the states, heres a link to buy them on the Anthro website], biscuits a new home card and a mound of paper work for them to sift through.
We took a slow drive up our road: Kev in his new French car and me in our UK car. I let out a big sigh and and didn’t look back. We were off to spend the night with our friends in Camberwell and stopped off on the way to treat ourselves to some expensive wine to ease the pain. While queuing at the very trendy jazz-playing Oddbins in Dulwich Kev admitted to shedding a few tears. Our time in Crystal Palace had been so specials, making amazing friends and neighbours and enjoying fabulous days and nights in such a great part of London which will fill our memory banks for year to come.
So now we are officially homeless and heading back to stay with our parents for a few weeks. Saturday Kev sped off to Heathrow for foreign pastures and I took a very long and boring drive down the M4 [due to a rather nasty pile up, I hope no one was hurt] to sunny Wales; and it WAS sunny for once, and the sun has kept shining. Which is amazing and has helped to make the last week such a nice one. No time to think of the past: way to much to do and a quick business trip to Jersey mid week has helped the week fly by which brings us to Saturday again and time to go and pick up my new French car. Way hey! Well I say new its actually out of the ark but as mentioned in previous posts we need a sensible car that we can use for the many messy things and this is that car. So after filling out forms in quadruplatrete as is the French way I welcomed “Blodwyn” to the Stark Hill clan and i have to say she drives like a dream, holds the road well and surprisingly doesn’t guzzle too much petrol.
The big moving van and ferry are booked. Our route to Fayssac is planned and now its time to enjoy the sunshine for a week before we set sail for the next installment of our French adventure, signing for our new home……..
To celebrate our mini heatwave i give you this little ditty