I am writing to you today from my home, not the caravan.
It’s strange to be home for what is probably going to be the last time I will ever be in my home town.
Busying myself with packing books, DVDs, comics, clothes and all sorts of other bits of junk.
I can’t stay on line for long because there are 5 (yes 5) book cases to take down and a wall to paint so I will just get straight to the point (blimey, there’s a point to this...)
I will shortly be relocating from the caravan to a proper house. I haven’t lived in a place that has more than one room for over 18 months.
I’ve got used to living in an 18’ aluminium box for the past year and a half and am worried that the change will snap my already fragile psyche.
I am a creature of habit and the daily process of have to build my bed each night and carry water containers back and forth so I can make a cup of tea will soon become a faded memory.
I will soon re-know the joy of having a working tap with hot water coming out of it.
The elemental feeling of not having to travel across the site to have a shower or a bath will be something I plan to take full advantage of.
I will be able to watch a selection of television channels!
I will have the use of over three plug sockets.
These things will no doubt change my outlook on life somewhat.
But how will these things that most take for granted affect my views on life?
Only time will tell.
Chances are, not a lot. If anything due to the fact that I will have my run of modern technology and household plumbing I will have slightly more time o mull over the stupidity of the human race and find myself exposed to even more idiotic behaviour via the goggle box.
The hardest thing will be having to share my living space.
Mrs H will be moving down shortly and that’s when things will really kick off.
We have both gotten used to our own space and have to share things is going to be tough.
I know that as a man I will undoubtedly and catastrophically lose any and all arguments, decisions, and rows.
But for now it’s back to the packing.
I hate packing.
*please note there are no stupid pictures this week because the internet connection is stupidly slow oop north and I cant be bothered waiting an age to one to download... so just think of something funny and then comment on what you saw in your minds eye. thankyou.