1. For a while now time has been grinding along, days abnormally long and my life has been measured in the accumulation of boxes. Now, today, its two weeks till we go and I lay awake for a while, thinking everything through.

What’s interesting is the lack of panic and stress. But, we had it in spadefuls at the beginning, what with the first buyers pulling out, then finding our house didn’t have building regs and what have you.

I am quite fascinated by the process. We’https://craftyboo.wordpress.com seen lots of friends, kind of said goodbye:’ oh, I can’t say goodbye, lets just say see you soon’ mwah, mwah sort of goodbyes. I’ve done lots of chatting to my lovely neighbour over the fence, gossiped a bit, ladies who lunched a lot and also had a glorious day at The American museum

I’m detecting poignancy in my thoughts now, an awareness that alot of what I’m doing might be for the last time…for a while at least. I guess I also want to say that our Bath life has been wonderful and would have been good enough for the rest of my life, but moving somewhere else was always on the cards once our last bird flew the nest. Heigh ho, moment of reflection is over, lets pour another glass of rosé:

The bureaucracy mountain has been scaled and we, touch wood, feel on top of things. We even have booked a car to hire for a month or two from Super U, our local supermarket. We have got so used to our life of convenience here that it seems impossibly quaint that the supermarket shuts for two and a half hours for lunch!!

Off to Vintage Nostalgia Festival tomorrow, in Bluebell, clutching my homemade bunting and a bottle of Pimm’s in either hand. I’m reading The Essex Serpent, for book group on Monday and will take that with me as well. A few days lazing aound sounds brilliant to me. Got my tea dresses and dungarees and bandana all ready to be packed..

Then, crazy last minute packing when we get back?? Liam is off to Tallin to see Rammstein with our eldest and me, more slightly poignant hang outs with friends. Oh, and the General Election is next week. How could I have forgotten that? Easily actually, once you have switched off Jeremy Vine and Andrew Neil as much as I have. In Bath, you see the odd garden stake, but there is no in your face politicking. Noone seems to be doing any canvassing round here either. Mind you, my garden stake gives a clue to who I might be voting for:

Heard this week that I am ok to take extra Humira with me, to tide me over till I find a consultant. I am so worried about the state of our precious NHS. And so eternally grateful for the care they have shown me. I will be documenting my switch to the French healthcare system in my blog, hoping it will be a help to someone else out there who wants to take the plunge.

Speaking of taking the plunge, I found the treasure chest that we bought the boys for our trip to Menorca so many moons ago. They dived for hours in the pool for sunken treasure ( then got ear infections 😩).

Anyway, mes amis, goodbye for now,

Rebecca xxx😆