We've been tidying like crazy to try and lose the warehouse look and make our house look all beautiful for viewings. There are still packed boxes which we can't really unpack because then we are left with the issue of where to put lots of cardboard boxes. So we are going for the tuck the boxes subtly away and explain the nearly moved but were shafted situation.
This still leaves us with a surplus of boxes that can't be subtly tucked away so, we're heading north for a few days with a car full to store at R's folks'. My parents are also up that way having braved the ferry with the motorhome (very impressed with my ma!) and I can't wait to see them all! It'll do us good to get away and fortunately it looks like I'll have some teaching work this week so we can afford the diesel.
Trying not to get agitated by the whole situation (people from NI do use that word a lot, you watch the news and it's all "situation this situation that") but I have the Sunday night blues. It is a common experience of teachers especially those delighting in the joys of supply teaching where you don't know where you are going or what you are teaching or even if you are going teaching anywhere at all. You wake on your early alarm and sit there waiting for the phone call ready to dive onto the computer to find out where the school is, followed by a frantic drive into the unknown all the time wishing you could be getting on with your own work, but sometimes the phone doesn't ring. . .
Speaking of my own work I bring you something bright and cheerful, just incase the Sunday eve blues are getting to you!