Weirdo,

Wal is off on another busi­ness trip.  He’s gone to South Africa– Cape Town.  I really wanted to go with him.  I told him Squidge and I would keep our­selves occu­pied.  Unfor­tu­nately the tick­ets are out­ra­geously expen­sive so we’re here– in Man­ches­ter, sunny, sunny Manchester.

I spent 48 hours with­out speak­ing to any­one other than Squidge.  Do you know what that does to a per­son?  No? Well I’ll tell you it makes you chatty when you get together with friends.  In a weirdo hys­ter­i­cal kinda way.  Con­ver­sa­tion becomes rushed, like you spent all this time think­ing about things and sud­denly A REAL LIVE PERSON is stand­ing in front of you and you­just­need­tosaysome­thing now! Now! NOW!  So to my friends I apol­o­gize if I was a bit of a weirdo this afternoon.

This also leads me to some­thing else I’ve been think­ing about.  Yes, I am fully aware that a think­ing Lindy is a dan­ger­ous thing.  My thoughts and my web browser has been on real estate sites.  I We still want to move. The hous­ing mar­ket is in the toi­let at the moment so it’s some­thing that will hap­pen soon but not soon enough.  Now do I want to move to the coun­try or am I a city girl?

The last time we went dri­ving (one of my most favorite things to do) around the Cheshire coun­try­side I had dreams of a house in the coun­try.  I told Wal that YES I CAN live out here.  LOOK how beau­ti­ful it is.  So green and COUNTRY! Then I start research­ing towns and how long Wal’s com­mute would be and could he work from home a cou­ple of days a week.  Then I start look­ing for big­ger houses because if he’s going to work from home he needs an office.  Ooh how about a detached garage that we can con­vert into an office.  So you can see where this is going.  By the time I’m done we’re liv­ing in a coun­try manor house.  So the ques­tion of coun­try liv­ing turns over and over in my mind.  Can I live in a small Cheshire vil­lage where it would take me 30+ to get to friends/amenities?  Where real­is­ti­cally we’ll be liv­ing sur­rounded by houses roughly like what we can afford here in the city w/ about the same amount of land.  The only dif­fer­ence would be that accross the road would be fields instead of more houses.  I don’t think I can if I’m hon­est with myself.  I know that I com­plain about my house and the drunks and pubs and park­ing and… and… and… BUT, I think it’s the fact that we’ve out­grown the house so any prob­lems are exag­ger­ated.  So in the way which is becom­ing our habit we are tak­ing baby steps to get­ting our house ready to sell.  Our bath­room is being deliv­ered on Fri­day so we are mov­ing, slowly slowly slowly toward that end.  Now all we need is for the hous­ing mar­ket to bounce back!