Well here we are at the last Bank Holiday of this extraordinary Summer. And I really don't know where the time has gone. Big Grandson has been staying with me for the long weekend because everyone else is away! His Mum is on a weekend break with her Bloke and a couple of friends, and Granddaughter is away with her Dad and his parents for the Bank Hols too. Weirdly though, it turns out that they are all staying at the same Caravan and Camping park near Chichester! I don't imagine that they are actually socializing though - although I gather from Grandson that they are close enough to see each other. Oh the joy! I can just imagine it and feel quite glad to be here.
Big Grandson and I went out to the local Car Boot sale this morning, while it was still sunny, and he found two real bargains: one was a tripod for his new camera, for only £1! and the other was a large canvas of the Avengers, which is just up his street, for only £2. Bargains all round, and then we went on to my favourite Garden Centre (Rushfields on the way to Henfield) where we enjoyed coffee (me) ginger beer (him) and a light lunch. What was so lovely about it was that we mostly felt quite normal, and only had to put on our masks when we went in to browse the Farm Shop. Home again now and it's grey and cloudy so we had the best of the day really.
I'm in a quandary again because my possible house sale has reappeared. I have been thinking about it of course, so I shouldn't be surprised - but the local agent phoned out of the blue to say that he had a possible cash buyer for my house if I was interested. It seems my house has increased in value since last year and that would help hugely. What do I do? Son says I need a plan (and he is right) but he doesn't really help by sending me details of lovely houses near them in Sitges, which I can't afford unless I win the Lottery, or unless we join forces and live together in something with enough space to live separately (if you see what I mean). Oh it's all a conundrum. And Daughter doesn't want me to move abroad, understandably. But finding somewhere here that I can afford isn't so easy either. Here we go again! Son's other suggestion was that I could sell up and then put everything in store and go out there for a couple of months. This is a good idea, because I would then have a bit of time and space to decide what I really want. And the money would be ready and waiting. That's if we have the luxury of choosing where we want to live after bloody Brexit. Oh dear, I feel stuck in indecision and that's a fact. Help!
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