The best laid plans...

I’ll begin by referring you back to my previous entry entitled ‘resignation’ wherein I suggested that I would not be surprised if something came up to disrupt our travel plans. Well it would seem that we are to be delayed in our departure but since (as I always suspected) I am indispensable at work I shall be returning to school next half term. These things happen and just as plans can change, so too can our tickets. What could not be changed however, was the contract we signed letting out our house. Therefore we can also add homelessness to our list of concerns.



As a result of all this confusion, we have had to move in with Gill’s mum and dad down on the farm. You will understand that I was more than a little concerned how this would work out especially when I saw the amount of ‘stuff’ that Gill was transporting across. As we are leaving our house fully furnished and we packed up loads of gear in the attic, I assumed we were travelling light. This does not seem to have been the case as to add to my half a car boot load of possessions, Gill requisitioned the farm trailer to ferry her assorted ‘muck and tat’ out into the countryside. Apparently it is vital and no doubt valuable items from the house, but I’m sure I don’t know what it is. (It may be stuff off that wedding list I never saw). On the bright side if I ever decide to open up a shop selling rarely worn clothes and novelty clocks I have sufficient stock for the first six months. Despite my fears, Gill’s mam did not appear to mind at all. In fact my first few days here have been rather pleasant. With tea and cake on tap in addition to three delicious and hearty meals a day it is rather like being in a B&B. Add to that an idyllic rural setting and I consider myself very lucky. I do have one genuine concern however; if I carry on eating like this I doubt I’ll fit into my sleeping bag when we do set off.