Very soon now we will leave the South Manchester suburb where we have lived for over twenty years. We will put our two elderly lurchers into the equally elderly camper van and set off for south-ish Lincolnshire, to a village called Heckington where we will presumably rendezvous with the removal van and our worldly goods. Keep thinking of a scene in 1984 film, The Chain – people in car watching dodgy removal van drive off in wrong direction, with all their belongings, never to be seen again…
It’s proving hard to say goodbye, though I’m longing to be gone. I will miss kind, funny, clever, lefty friends and neighbours, good food shops, the allotments, nature reserve, lovely dogs and dog walkers, friends at the farmers’ markets and the brilliant tram. I won’t miss the noise and traffic, nor the grim, outrageous poverty that spreads over so much of the city outside our comfy suburb. I don’t want to be here when the going gets tougher.
Meanwhile, more prosaically, the cardboard boxes are piling up ever higher around me and there still seems to be stuff everywhere.
Congratulations Veronica. I am thrilled for you. I hope you will post photos too. Love Ali
Hello and thank you for being first to comment! Yes, definitely planning to put up photos. There is one of the street we are leaving behind on the About page.
Good luck with the last days, and I hope the removal van does head in the same direction. Living in Lincolnshire will be fun and lots of new country to explore and new friends to make. It looks a lovely house.. looking forward to the visits.
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