The last few weeks (or months) have seen fewer posts on these very pages than in the past. There are many reasons, but it’s mostly that recently blogging has turned into busying. But this week, that busying took on a new meaning, as we moved down most of my belongings to the house. Me moving in was going to happen eventually, but this week it turned into reality, as Nik and I packed two car loads most days from Sunday through to today and buzzed the 40 miles to and from Chelmsford.
There are just a few bits and bobs left. But, if anything, after two days of lugging my library of motoring magazines up and down six flights of stairs, I’ve realised that I’ve left it 18 years too late to put the brakes on my collecting habit. But, it’s better late than never, so although it may be a herculean task, I’m going to sort through them and only keep the glossies. The everyday weeklies are being ditched, but will be scanned and kept digitally.
The thing about busying, though, is that it makes you so tired. I moved into the flat on my own over four days, and even though it was only from literally up the road, it was tiring. This time the driving hasn’t helped, and we’re looking forward to our three days of camping in north Norfolk, starting tomorrow. Moving always signifies the end of an era, and this time is no different. But just like the moving, it’s behind me, and just like the few days of camping coming up, we’ve got many happy times to look forward to.
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