SUNDAY AFTERNOON.

And not a particularly relaxing one! Charles is setting off for the station, to go to Birmingham in an hour or so. The school has HMI in tomorrow and his presence will be helpful. He'll not get back until Tuesday. I'm not planning much until he gets back, although I'm beginning to think about the logistics of moving and how different scenarios present us with greater and lesser challenges. IF we end up having to store stuff for a short time (or longer if it has to include our holiday fortnight) we will have major issues with our garden plants. I'm sure, if I ask them nicely, James and Claire will look after most of them, BUT we have a well established potted tree fern which is NOT going to be transportable in one of our vehicles and a Belfast sink, which weighs a TON, and has already been itemised by our removals company as a difficulty, but which I am loath to leave becaus it's worth hundreds!! Obviously, it would be so much easier if we didn't have to leave here until we could move straight into the house in Fenham, but I can't honestly see that happening, although I will hope and pray that something can be sorted. I know I'm getting a bit ahead of myself (and we all know what happened the last time I did so) but it IS something we need to give some thought to. The lists have been started! I've even got a new notebook specially. (This is sad, but true!) On another note, I'm starting to feel decidedly dozy, having been awake all through the football last night. I even saw the dawn in at around 3.30 because I'd got so engrossed in my book I couldn't put it down! So, it may be the traditional Sunday afternoon nap for me, although sadly, it won't be following a yummy roast lunch.