Oh lord, what a busy day.
Cellar. Bonnie rang and said there's no rush, my junk can stay in cellar another year as house not going up for sale yet. But Ian has such a bee in his bonnet. He's driving me mad; overnight he's turned from a complete slob into some sort of Victorian husband, checking the sideboards for dust etc.
Sniff, sniff "the cat litter smells" e.g. You get my drift.
Anyway, my stuff is now back in storage and was it hard work. Last time I put stuff in storage, I had a man, his Russian mate and a van.... This time, just me and Ian doing the lot and it was hard. The storage bloke was a misery guts - Northerners aren't always friendlier, the Londoners in the Stratford storage were much nicer.
Bonnie thinks it's better, cheaper, if I stay here another year but I just feel like taking off. The commuting is too difficult and living half the week here and half there is also a misery. Also feel like having my own gaff again. The little nesting instinct I had is gone, I think but, truth be told, I just want to be able to live in muck if I feel like it. I mean, I do have a degree to finish. Bonnie's gone into "How Clean is Your House" mode since she had a new stair-carpet fitted. It could also be connected to getting married, I suppose. Some feminist, you shoulda seen her last week.
"I've got a wedding to organise and the decorators are in and I have to do the housework before I bring Durham back."
"I wouldn't bother. Leave the housework until you get back and do it then."
"How can I bring him back to this mess?"
"It wouldn't worry me. I'd never clean up for a man."
"Which is exactly why you haven't got one."
That was me told.
What else? An old schoolfriend of mine got mugged last week. Fella on motorcycle; she, instinctively tried to hold on to her shoulder-bag and her collar-bone got broken. It's disgraceful. This is a woman of 57, almost 60!
Talking to Lillie on messenger. She's advising me to hang on to Hackney House as prices will rise in 2010, she thinks. Well, she is a professional psychic these days but she used to be a PA in property and still has contacts.
Ian said I stress his Mum out.
"She just worries about you. Your complete lack of logic and common-sense. Wonders how you'll manage without her."
I used to have boyfriends who thought like that. S'funny but I survied without them.
Howzat song go - "gotta along without you before I met you, gonna get along without you now."