I have lived in the same town since 1971, and now it is time to move The great stimulus being Oscar of course. At 20 months he has a huge pull and it will be so nice to spend more time with him. (I think)
So the house is in a state of chaos, even though we do not have a moving date, there is so much that needs sorting and rationalising. So much clutter accumulates with time and i am a hoarder - I can't seem to throw anything away on the basis that i deplore waste. However, black bags are filling and being dispatched to the appropriate places. Charity shops are benefitting and through local freecycle groups, individuals too are making use of stuff that I have been hanging on to.
There is sadness and joy associated with such a big upheaval. It has been a long time since i experienced mainland life and no doubt there will be a change in pace that I will need to acclimatise to, though I will probably stay at home just as much as I do now.
However, there will be new opportunities of course and I am sure that babysitting skills will be called upon frequently.
I will miss friends that I have known for a long time and maybe there will be new ones, but I am not good at socialising so we shall see what happens there.
On the whole I feel that it is the right thing to do and that this is the right time. I now await the legal processing to be completed before we get a date for completion - I just hope that it doesn't take too long.
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Hello from a fellow Old Henrician. Found your blog after making a nostalgic search for Parva Magna Crescunt on the internet.
I was at PHGS from 1966-73 so maybe our time overlapped? Squiff died a few years ago as did Curly Edwards. Uncle Ron Chalkley used to terrify me, I wasn't particularly academic and my father used to do my physics and chemistry homework. Some years ago, emboldened by a few glasses of wine, I found Uncle Ron's number in the phone book and rang him up to see if he was as scary as I remembered him. He was absolutely delightful and we had a lovely talk. Fortunately he didn't remember me. I remember Squiff once coming back into school wet through after falling in the Avon during an ill-advised escapade with a CCF dinghy. The carol concerts were superb, particularly Curly's arrangement of The Twelve Days of Christmas with the special treat for OH on the fifth day. I travelled in by train from Pershore and on one particularly bad day when we had slogged through the snow, Jack Miller sent word by the station master that we were all to stay in the waiting room (lovely coal fire) and he would get the Worcester express stopped for us. Of course it thundered through so we all cheered and went home.
Very happy days. Am putting my email address on here as there doesn't seem any other way of letting you have it. liz dot carnell3 at googlemail dot com.
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