First time since I moved in I don’t have to go tearing off anywhere and can really dig into sorting out the bags and boxes, and hopefully start unpacking the books and putting them on the shelves.
Naturally, I have bugger-all motivation.
Sent some of Dad’s ashes (about a teaspoon) to the sea at the local beach on his deathiversary, like I promised myself I would. Will bury some more in the garden later.
Now treating myself to a breakfast at yet another local cafe.
Buried some of Mum’s ashes in the back garden of the new place, at about the time she died two years ago.
A magpie started singing as I covered them up. She would have liked that, I think.
Feels like I’ve been going flat out even after settlement day, so this is the first chance I’ve had the space and energy to have a little celebration.
Couple of dishes from the little Chinese cafe which is a bit of a local institution, the bottle of bubbly the estate agent gave me when we sold the house, and sitting down to finally watch Bridgerton. Ahhh.
No work for me today - colon went boom about an hour before I was due to start and my clients were a 97 yo and another household where both the client and the carer have autoimmune issues, so I phoned in and said ‘it could be moving stress or it could be something, what do?’ I was told very firmly regardless to Stay Home.
Back to the packing!
Up early after Zooks woke me up by sitting on my shoulder, so I decided I’d tackle some more clearing and sorting.
Last day of work before the move. Kinda wish I’d taken this week off as well, but I suspect I would have faffed around more if I had. Plus I wouldn’t have scored free cat food from one of my clients after her cat sadly died.