Well, the big move is this Friday. I’ve got a million things to do and about (checks watch) 36 hours to do them. As of sometime tomorrow I will be offline until 28th February, when the nice British Telecom engineer will come out to connect us back up with the world. I’m already feeling a bit lip-quivery about being wrenched from Auntie Internet for that long, but the wheels of BT grind slowly and I’ll just be happy if we have an actual telephone number next week.
I will update contact details on the sales site once I have them – I’ve got an address but am awaiting a new telephone number.
See you on the other side, when I will be writing to you from an even-more-northerly latitude.
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Deb, I feel for you. I really do. I think we get robbed of something essential when we find ourselves in these places. At least it feels that way to me. I feel the defiance in your words. I believe that’s your best weapon. My sincere best wishes to both of you…
Stuart (across the pond)
Good luck with the move, Deborah