Our little house is a tip with boxes, bags, lists and labels in every corner of every room. The book cases are empty; boxes are systematically packed and unpacked as we have to unearth something packed too soon.
My desk at work is as neat as a new pin and the person appointed to take over my job starts on Monday. I hope that I can be focused enough to hand over the job properly. We have three sets of ferry tickets, travel insurance for a year's trip AND SO MUCH STILL TO DO!
Our ambition to live in Greece is a definite plan at last and we are chopping and changing our minds about what we need to take with us and what to leave behind. After long deliberaton decided to dump the bread maker and the steam press but pack a preserving pan and a manual sewing machine. There is already a guitar in the house in Crete, so we have no need of a second one. Then we decided in favour of a travel cot and baby linen just in case grandchildren come to visit at some time in the future.
The house in Crete is very simple in a small agricultural village; the locals already think we are fearful "capitalists" - (not true really) - and the real attraction of being there is that there is not too much clutter to weigh us down - so liberating. I am concerned that once the removal truck arrives and disgorges all our goods and chattels that our sanctuary will be no more.
Anyway, so far so good and time is marching on - Watch this space
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