Ok I am not well………. My temperature has been zooming up and down all weekend and today I feel like I have been kicked all over….and if the truth be known , I am feeling very sorry for myself.
I have stayed off work today and attempted to do something, but I haven’t got the energy. So I try to blog, but just can’t find the inspiration to finish posts about Parisien chic or my funeral arrangements! (NOT a good idea when you are feeling ill and wallowing in self pity! LOL!)
On top of that, my favourite programme ” call the Midwife ” finished last night and it has started snowing !!!
So I just sit in dreams of Paris, my next trip which is only 30 days away and make mental plans for when I sell my house. Maybe I can take a leave of absence and spend a longer time in Paris.
I finally got round to committing to an estate agent a couple of weeks ago and have had a few viewings. It’s a bit of a strain to keep the place tidy for potential viewers and I really wonder if it is worth the trouble. After all they are buying the house not the furniture.
It is interesting to see viewers go around and their reactions. One woman looked like she had a bad smell up her nose all the time, so she obviously doesn’t approve and another kept asking me “but where will my ( disabled) son sleep?” as if I knew! My two spare rooms both have double sofa beds, so duh…take your choice! Some people are very complimentary ( ” LOVE the feel of the place”) and some people pull the place to pieces. It is a good job I have a thick skin and am not really bothered if they like my taste in cushions, ( “ that pattern hurts my eyes!”) or the colour of the rugs, ( “they will soon show the dirt!”) I want to sell the house not the soft furnishings.
Although the decision to sell was a knee jerk reaction to the redundancy notices at work, ( jobs in my department are safe for the moment) the more I think about it the more it makes sense. I have my eye on a couple of retirement properties, which , as all my present neighbours are now over 60, it will not be much different than where I live now.
This local demographic is due to the fact that the local council , in an attempt to improve a failing local school, put my area in their catchment area. The idea being that middle class parents would send their kids to the failing school and raise the standard. But unfortunately all the middle class parents with children had other ideas and moved out and older couples without children moved in.
Anyway, i will leave you with this Facebook status from yesterday which made me laugh so much yesterday.
and a year ago it was international womens da and I was remembering the influential women in my life.