Good grief. I can hardly believe it was almost a year since I wrote that. Surely the malevolent pixie must have decided to throw a major spanner in the works, because shortly after I wrote that, we suffered a genuine DIY accident.
Husband-with-no-patience had decided that nobody else could paint, renovate and repair to his high standard, and he would have to do everything himself. So he decided to repaint the window sills, starting with the bedroom. For some reason I have never fully understood, he decided to hoover the bedroom in great haste, then throw the hoover down beside the bed and jump onto the bed to take the curtains and curtain pole down. Now the pole is quite long and heavy, and the curtains are also long. Moving at 90 miles an hour (the only speed he knows) he snatched the pole and curtains off the wall and attempted to run across the bed. Somehow, between curtains, pole and bedclothes, his feet became tangled, and he executed a curtain pole vault off the bed onto the cunningly placed hoover.
Sadly, this resulted in a ruptured Achilles tendon, several days in hospital, and a holiday postponement. Everything had to be cancelled, and later re-booked; this time, malevolent pixie permitting, we are leaving in mid-August.
As to what we have done in the meantime. Well, we have packed up one house and moved to Manchester to give some support before and after the birth of our first grandchild. We have rented a house near our son and his wife, and been unbelievably busy for months. And now we are packing up again ready to take a train to London tomorrow and a plane out of Heathrow the following day. As long as the dreaded pixie doesn't strike again!
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