The countdown checklist now has lots of ticks on it. We’re making definite progress in getting ready for our move to France later this month.
- Apartment rental agreed? Yes.
- Removal company sorted? Yup.
- Ferry booked? Uh-huh.
- Home insurance changed? You betcha.
- Tax arrangements checked? Sigh. Yes.
However, I’m not sure if I should be concerned that one of the most important items on our checklist remains unticked. Nobody has said yet that they want to rent our home in Brighton.
I don’t understand it. There have been lots of cooing noises about the house and its sunny garden. And the place has been tidied within an inch of its life and is priced competitively.
The lettings agents tell me not to fret. Besides, it’s only been a week.
“Nobody has said they want to rent our home in Brighton. I am determined not to worry about it. We’re on holiday”
For the next 10 days, I am determined not to worry about it. We’re on holiday, you see.
We’re in Rome this weekend, then we’re off to a village in Umbria for a week’s cookery holiday. We’ll learn how to make pasta and various other dishes each morning, and there are trips planned to local olive groves and vineyards in the afternoons.
I’m going to hate every second of it. Ahem.