Lighthouse

It was our last visit on Sunday, to the house in Torquay. I loaded the car with all we could carry, mostly junk, to be sorted and disposed of when I have the time. The keys were sent off on Monday to the people who are handling the sale, and by Thursday, the locks had been changed. They don't hang about!

I suppose there should have been some regret when I closed the door for the last time, but all I could feel was a sense of relief. I couldn't wait to get started on the journey home.

It took the usual two days to recover, and in those days I contacted all the utility suppliers, insurers, and anyone else I could think of. I'm bound to have forgotten someone, it's Sod's Law.

I am still amazed with my mother's reaction to all this. There's been no questions about what's happening, although I've kept her fully informed at every stage. No regret on her part about leaving her home of sixty years, or none that she's shown. Some might think it a little strange, but in all honesty, I'm not sure what to think. Just lets say, she surprised me.

Now it's a case of sitting back and waiting for others. A situation with which I'm always uncomfortable, so lets hope things move along at a pace.