For those of you who are familiar with British Comedy TV you will recognise the immortal words as uttered by Victor Meldrew in One Foot In The Grave…………. “I Don’t Believe It ” and I make no apologies for ‘borrowing’ his catchphrase, although my use of those words are more in disbelief at the momentous lifestyle change that we are about to undertake. Disposing of ‘All’ our worldly possessions which we have just spent 40 years acquiring is one of those decisions that we can only hope is the right one ? But also some additional disbelief that only 3 years ago when we acquired ‘Big Momma’, retirement was still a mere event on a horizon that was 12 years away ! Although there have been a number of discussions about revising the date of our retirement even bringing it forward by 5 years, this was more hopeful than confidently realistic. So it is with very big grins on our faces to be able to now say that retirement has been brought forward by 9 years and our encounter into the unknown world of Fulltiming is a mere 81 days away……………..”I Don’t Believe It” We have managed to sell our house in record time (Subject to Contract), just 16 days from when it went on the market……….. Yes another one of those “I Don’t Believe It ” moments. Now all we have to do is dispose of ‘everything’ in the house, and the garage, and the shed ! The kids were given first choice at putting their names on items that they either needed or wanted and wasted no time in removing some of those said items with an uncomfortable haste. But bless them, who can blame them when we have just told them (under stifled chuckles) that their anticipated inheritance doesn’t actually exist any longer ! Other family members have also placed their bids but still this leaves us with an awful lot of ‘
tat‘ cherished items to dispose of. Where on earth did all of these things come from ? …………. “I Just Don’t Believe It”. All I can say is thank goodness for ‘Car Boot’ sales and those convenient Internet Web Sites. However, amongst all of this personal activity there is a little matter of the ‘day jobs’. Shazza has just 2 more school weeks to go before she becomes a ‘retiree’, or as she calls it, “A kept woman” but I have a little over 11 weeks to keep bringing home the bacon !! So there is quite a lot of co-ordination to ensure that we are ready to hand over the house keys. The clock is ticking at an alarming speed and before we know it we will become people of ‘No Fixed Abode’, jobless and living in what is effectively a plastic box on wheels, albeit a rather luxurious box on wheels I may add. I dare say, it will probably not be until we have been ‘on the road’ for a month or two, before we start to miss some of those things associated with our former ‘conventional’ lifestyle, and of course the kids. What I do know is that there will also be lots of things that we will not miss, one of those things for me will be………..
“The dreaded London Underground”