We have been in the caravan for a week. Eeep! M has spent the majority of that time at the boat, trying to sort out a million different things – we have seen him two or three times. As I type this, at 6am, I am on the train going to work for a 12 hour day and he is back in the caravan with the Smalls.
I am sleep-headed – getting up in a dark caravan doesn’t lend itself to any beautifcation. I have bed-hair and an unwashed face, with plans to rectify both those things once I get to the office before 7am. My lunch was locked in the house (I couldn’t find the housekey in the dark), so it looks like a day of cheese, bananas, tuna and more cheese.
Zen. I have been trying to summon all kinds of zen. Truth is, I am stressed about TATINATM and that is leaking out of me on to the Smalls. The week since our move out of our house has involved committments every. single. day. I am so looking forward to Saturday or Sunday when we will begin housesitting for our lovely friends on their singularly lovely farm.
We won’t be as central to the shops, library, kindergarten etc as we are in the Front Garden of Excellence, but the trade off is a house to ourselves, beautiful surrounds, quiet, chickens, sheep and some time to kick back. In many ways it is similar to my dad’s place – a little hobby farm with many fruit trees and a few vegetable beds here and there. I am so looking forward to it.
The timing, as far as the weather is concerned, couldn’t be better. There are a few hot days beginning already and I’m thankful not to be totally reliant on the caravan.