OneGuyFromBarlick

Well, Sunday I collected my daughter from the train station and on Monday I travelled back to Norfolk through all the Bank Holiday traffic. In no particular order, my husband, my son and my dog were all pleased to see me.

Since then I've been mostly sorting stuff out, firstly for selling our old house and secondly getting the new house back into the order I like to keep it in. Steve and my son had done well but it's just not the same.

Anyway, it is pouring down with rain, Norfolk is the driest county in England, but not at the moment.

Morning Julie.... So you've moved house. Be kind to yourself, it is reckoned to be a dangerous life event like death or divorce....
I think it would kill me!

I certainly agree with the effects of house moving being stressful. I just needed a house where the building didn't demand work doing to it all the time. Since the floods (several years ago), where all our good work was undone, it has been a struggle to live there. While I was working, it was ok. A quick squirt around each weekend with something that cleans combined with early morning starts at work, somehow I didn't really note how bad it was getting. Steve isn't able to do much for reasons of health and so getting out was the only option.

We're still in Norfolk, in Liz Truss's old constituency, (hahahahaha) and we're hoping that a 1930s house will be easier than a flint and clay lump former pub.

Sounds like a good call Julie..... I know all about diminished capabilities making house maintenance harder. I'm lucky in that I have a small terraced house that had a major refurb inside the last ten years..... I can manage with minimal help from the local trades.....

We have just been to Wymondham for breakfast. Not the closest to us but they make a tasty fry up. It is actually an old station building with both a restaurant setting and other seats that are like carriages. It was opened by Bill Pertwee in 1989, we didn't go there then but have been going over the last 20 years.

There's a name from the past...... Who could ever forget Warden Hodges!