When I left my last job, in January, one of my colleagues' many generous presents was a pack of Dutch irises. I didn't want to plant them at home—I'm going to be forced to leave so many plants behind, and they'd be one more to move, and a difficult one; so it would have been almost like wasting them. Instead, I've planted them in my mum's garden. I hope they'll look good this year, and I might 'collect' them later—but if not, at least I can still see them there.
I got home a couple of hours ago, and have put the top-coat of Timeless paint onto the guest en suite walls (which was where we'd left off on Saturday). It needs a bit of brush work, but that would have meant opening a new tin of paint, which I don't want to do at this moment.
I have a slightly daunting, and rather long list of things I need to get done before I can put this house on the market. It's 102 things, in fact, quite aside from the day to day (cleaning, firing up the biomass heating, mowing the lawn...), and doesn't cover any of the other things I'm going to have to do before too long—like instructing estate agents, finding a conveyancer, getting a new mortgage, and packing everything (there's a lot of 'everything'). I don't think I'm going to be bored this year.
However, this weekend I have managed, with help, to get four more things done. Seven out of 102, now.
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