Moving home, Uncategorized

Britain wasn’t programmed for heat like this

Heat_Wave

For most of the time we bask in a temperate climate, hovering between 14 and 24 degrees and we are attuned to this; this is what we expect in Britain and today as I continue to pack boxes and delve deep in to the recesses of dusty cupboards it is 31 degrees here in Cornwall. It is just too hot!!

Dressed only in shorts and vest top my body swiftly disposes of each glass of water that I drink by sweating profusely. I know in the annals of English literature that horses sweat, men perspire and ladies glow but here and now in June 2017 this lady is sweating and it isn’t pretty or comfortable. To add to the situation the pollen count is through the roof and I am suffering with hay fever so both sweaty and sneezy. I can see that I am painting a good picture here and whilst my husband can’t understand why I have taken time out to sit and type this but in some weird way having a rant has helped!!

Now that my frustrations have been expressed I shall go and make a cool refreshing salad and wash it down with a cold glass of wine. Thanks for being there fellow bloggers.

Politics

Another election has been and gone…

I am not a highly political animal by nature; I tend to value an ethos of effort, hard work and reward; a belief in kindness, consideration and in having a sense of responsibility to those less fortunate than myself and for this reason I am usually swayed by personality rather than party, by character and stature  rather than Conservative or Socialist. I began this election campaign by feeling that Theresa May was the one to vote for, the person to take us through the difficult Brexit months ahead but it soon became clear that the woman I had imagined to be clear thinking, compassionate and lucid had been reduced to an empty vessel spouting platitudes and slogans. She was reluctant to answer questions clearly, scared to enter in to televised debates and each day saw an increased automaton like performance which switched off me and many others in the UK.

I was left wondering where to place my cross as I didn’t totally agree with Jeremy Corbyn’s vision of life after June 8th. Much of his thinking was positive, his wish to attend to our failing NHS, our education system, our emergency services was commendable but there was always a lingering doubt in my mind as to the specifics of how all these measures would be funded.

As it happens where I put that cross is now not so important. We have a hung parliament, a coalition of sorts and we wonder how long Mrs May will remain in Number 10. Personally I feel very happy with the result; with no majority our Prime Minister will have to consult with and listen to others and maybe finally we will get to hear words such as moderation, agreement, co-operation and compromise being bandied around in Westminster. The divide between rich and poor must be halted and where possible reversed, those who are successful and earn high salaries must pay their fare share of taxes, as must the large corporations. In all of this I back Jeremy Corbyn. However it is also important not to wipe out all aspects of conservative values : rewarding those who strive to succeed, helping students by providing grammar school educations ( I was a pupil at such a school and would never have achieved as much as I have without that excellent grounding), encouraging people in to jobs and restoring a sense of self respect.

As in most arguments, there is good and bad spoken on both sides and what is needed now is for both parties to begin to listen to what each other has to say rather than to talk over their opponent. When working with young children I often used the ‘talking stone’ ( who ever held the stone, had the floor and no one else was allowed to speak until they had finished when the stone was passed to another child) and this solved many an argument or division of opinion and more importantly allowed even the quietest child their turn to be heard. Perhaps someone should take the PM a stone?talking stone

Moving home, Uncategorized

The Last Lap

snail-after-the-rain

The race has been a long one, much more of a marathon than a cross country, not the sprint for which I had hoped. We seem to have been training for ever (in reality 18 months), regular work outs on line to sift through the hundreds of available properties, intense sessions of pounding pavements as we walked the streets of towns large and small in search of that special place which would call to us and feel like home. Moments when the end seemed to be in sight but at the last minute the tape was moved and yet another 1,000 metres was added to our race.

Now we feel sure that that tape is back in view; our running shoes are wearing thin along with our energy and patience. We have trawled through our cupboards discarding the memorabilia of past races to move house, sifted through the debris from our early years keeping only those things which delight and hold true sentimental value and memories to pass on to the children and grandchildren and the packing boxes now stand empty waiting for us to begin the last lap of this race.

Although we have loved living in our present home I can feel myself slowly disconnecting and letting it go; I feel ready to hand it over to the delightful couple who want to make their home here and with each day that passes my focus turns evermore to the new house, the excitement of new beginnings and life across the finishing line.

I have moved home many times during my life but I can honestly say that I have never experienced such a tough and trying challenge as this one. Emotionally there was much bound up in this move as the reason was to be closer to the rest of our family, both young and old and I was stupidly optimistic at the start, imagining that all would be straight forward. How wrong I was this time as we were plagued by the aftermath of Brexit, a slump in the housing market and the fact that our house was a ‘ one off’ and needed just the right buyers. Our moods have risen and dipped, soared and slumped in tune with our energy levels but finally the end is in sight and like the snail we have just a short crawl until we make it to the finish.

So forgive me if I am rather quiet for the next few weeks as physically I shall be tired but also elated, mentally exhausted but also energised with the thought of creating a new home and practically I shall be waiting for British Telecom to connect me to the internet again and guess what?….. they move at snail’s pace!