We are certainly involved in a waiting game. Nearly two weeks after selling the house, a flurry of dealing with some more paper work, and we are waiting for it all to happen. Will it be a two month wait, or three months or more? Or, in fact, will it happen at all?
In the meantime life goes on, and we are making the most of the lengthening days, with spring around the corner.
Last week the temperature hardly rose above three or four degrees. Every day after I dropped Walter off at the gym, I walked in Swanley Park, on the side of a hill, where the temperature never rose about one degree, according to my watch. Bitterly cold.
Amazingly Bobbi did not notice the cold too much, although she was always keen to get back into the car afterwards.
The water froze over on the boating lake.
On the Thursday morning I walked with Kathy around Danson Park. And the water had a layer of ice on the pond, and on the lake. The ducks and birds were walking on ice.
I went for a walk in the woods, but could only find one or two snow drop plants, although there are plenty of crocuses flowering in the open areas around us.
The rhubarb is coming through, a good sign that spring is around the corner.
And for two days the sun has been shining. And we have opened the doors into the conservatory. Of course it is likely to rain for days, but these few days of sunshine help to booster the morale no end.
And Walter is allowed to drive the car again, two and a half months after his knee operation. He is very happy to be independent again, and I have so much more free time, now that I am no longer his taxi driver. Good news.
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