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How are things in my world?
Remarkably, not only are they much the same as usual, but they have even improved over the last two weeks. Those of you who visit regularly know that I’ve been moving house.
It’s been traumatic. The last-minute tensions were almost unbearable. Would the floor be finished in time? Would I be isolated in Norfolk, leaving the guinea pigs on their own in the new house in Hampshire (200 miles away)? Would the removals company be virus-free? Would they load and unload all my furniture safely…
First-world problems, but nonetheless traumatic.
Not only have I moved, on Friday a week ago, but I have finally located my kitchen cutlery and made a meal. It’s been wonderful not to be microwaving one out of the freezer. The oven has blown a fuse, the washing machine can’t be plumbed in, and these are minor difficulties, sending me back to how I coped as a student.
The TV doesn’t work. It has no signal. Interesting, since it had no signal since approx 20th December at the old house. Either I am singularly unlucky with dodgy aerials, or my TV coaxial input is stuffed. Talking to my brother on the phone, I discover one of the items I consigned to the dump before I moved might have helped me solve the puzzle. Such is life. Well, I’m not really missing the TV channels, I can watch essential viewing on my computer or iPad, and I can watch DVDs on the TV with no trouble.
The thing that has caused me the most angst, anxiety, and threatened to tip me into depression? The removal people dismantled my desk. They weren’t supposed to dismantle my desk, it was moved in in one piece, but they couldn’t get it out. And because I hadn’t paid to have it dismantled they weren’t going to put it back together.
It’s a big desk. It takes at least two sensible people to put it back together and lift it upright. My TV-solving brother will do nicely.
But we have virus lock-down
Nobody is coming into my house for the foreseeable future.
Believe me when I tell you, this almost has me in tears. No desk. Nowhere to sit and write my flash fictions for April. Nowhere to sit and re-write the final Princelings book. I cannot sit and listen to the chapters of the second Princelings audiobook while following word for word the text on my screen.
If you saw the state of my living room, you’d understand why I can’t simply put the computer on the dining table! Oh hold on, have a picture. It’s under the boxes in front of the window. There are more there since this pic was taken. And when those boxes are empty, they’ll be replaced by the ones from my bedroom. Except for the box which contains all the things the removals men packed that they shouldn’t have, which will have to be sent back to the new owner.
I currently have my computer sitting in an elbow-height shelf in the built-in wardrobe. As soon as I saw this shelf, I knew it would be good for healthy standing-at-the-computer action. But I find it difficult to do anything which needs any reference material. It’s fine for blogging and okay for most emails, and my feet hurt (especially after standing up emptying boxes all the rest of the time).
But it’s all first-world problems. Things in my world are fine. I am perfectly happy being confined to my home, although I’ll miss doing my bird surveys this spring. At least I can birdwatch from my window. And I’m reasonably well.
Here’s a sparrowhawk that dropped by.
How are things in your world?
I hope you’re doing okay. Don’t mind me and my rambling. It’s what we do when we’re in this sort of mad world. Fingers crossed the new normal will be better than the old one.
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