The Long Goodbye

The ornate roof in the library at Kenwood House in Hampstead Heath.  I wandered in this week to escape the heat.  That's how old I

The ornate roof in the library at Kenwood House in Hampstead Heath. I wandered in this week to escape the heat. That’s how old I’m getting now; I need to escape from hot weather sometimes  (PS Kenwood house is FREE)

Life in London is getting pretty stressful. I spend a lot of my time chasing up on people to get all the jobs done that need doing before I can leave, and now we’re getting low on time and the list isn’t getting any smaller.

If I ever meet a reliable, honest builder then I shall marry him, or chain him up somewhere, to stop him getting away again. Waiting for builders to call me back (or not) is draining me.

Spending such a huge amount of time indoors sorting through boxes of stuff trying to whittle my storage down to 15 square feet (I don’t even understand what that means. Why are we still using these archaic measurements anyway?) is depressing me no end.

These damn sundae dishes that I rescued from my mother's house, that have spent most of their lives with me packed in a box of some sort.  The only reason I like them is because I associate them with being five years old and eating ice cream.  However you have to ask yourself whether they are worth the storage charge to keep them.

These damn sundae dishes that I rescued from my mother’s house, that have spent most of their lives with me packed in a box of some sort. The only reason I like them is because I associate them with being five years old and eating ice cream. However you have to ask yourself whether they are worth the storage charge to keep them.  Particularly when these days I just eat my ice cream straight out of the carton.

How did I end up with so many things? Well the sad truth is that around 80% of the stuff I have boxed up ready for storage belonged originally to my mother and I feel too guilty to throw it out, even although if you listen to the gossip of my extended family they will happily tell you how I ‘just threw everything away’. After all, it’s a well known fact that there is a direct correlation between how much you love your parents and how much of their accumulated junk you are prepared to store for the rest of you life after they die.

Meanwhile the deadline for my flight is getting nearer and nearer

Meanwhile the deadline for my flight is getting nearer and nearer

On top of all that I came home from Holland to find water dripping out of my electrics in the kitchen again. One of the criteria for renting out the flat is that I need a current electrical safety certificate, which is going to be a problem with water dripping out of a socket I think.

I try to distract myself with activities but then I feel guilty that it’s my fault that nothing’s getting done, even though there’s nothing I can do until the builder calls back and the water stops dripping.

Spent an enjoyable day in the bathing pond at Hampstead Heath, but the water was FREEZING.

Spent an enjoyable day in the bathing pond at Hampstead Heath, but the water was FREEZING.

This former pub in the Elephant and Castle was about to be turned into a branch of Foxtons Estate Agents until the squatters moved in.  I do wonder if spelling is a right or a privilege.

This former pub in the Elephant and Castle was about to be turned into a branch of Foxtons Estate Agents until the squatters moved in. I do wonder if spelling is a right or a privilege.

Hanging out with my uke.  Teacher won't let me into the next class up until I prove I have mastered the Tom Jones' classic Delilah. So I have spent the entire week contorting my hand into the impossible Bb chord which will allow me to prove my prowess with that song.  I now hear it in my sleep.

Hanging out with my uke. Teacher won’t let me into the next class up until I prove I have mastered the Tom Jones’ classic Delilah. So I have spent the entire week contorting my hand into the impossible Bb chord, which will allow me to demonstrate my prowess with that song. I now hear it in my sleep.

4 replies »

  1. I can totally relate to you ‘down sizing’ and getting rid of ‘stuff’. The sundae dishes took me right back to my Nan’s house on a Sunday afternoon when she used to serve tinned strawberries and tinned cream in them. I don’t need the actually dishes to remind me; just the image.

    • Yeah they’re not doing any harm living in a corner of the kitchen, but now I think ‘do I really want to pay extra storage money to keep stuff like that?” I don’t see a time when I’d serve anything in a dish that small.

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