Normally I try and have my blog posts pre-written. In the winter this can be five or six ahead and in the summer just one or two if I’m lucky. I’m always working 18 hour days and time is precious but I like to keep on top of my blog and have missed less than a handful of posts in 7 years.
if my posts go quiet for a little while it is because I am moving house. I’ve been enduring the house moving process since July 2019; it is long, drawn out and infuriating for all and doubly so when you have disingenuous buyers. Like everything else in England, the legal process for moving house is extremely antiquated and whilst everyone would like to change it, the change never happens.
I’m moving from a large 1970’s former social housing home on the very outskirts of London, though officially not in London at all to a modest 200 year old cottage five miles closer to the centre of London and in a nicer and safer area.
I worked out I spent 37.7 working weeks just commuting last year and even on Monday my trip to London took 2 hours and 45 minutes on a journey that when things work should be an hour or so. The wonders of the terrible local bus service is often to blame but from my new home it will take me just 35-45 minutes to get to Baker Street.
So Friday I hope to be moving into a 200 year old cottage in a village on the outskirts of London. On a hill 500 feet tall and surrounded by fields and woods and yet just a mile or two from the London Underground network.
I’m not sure if it is because the house is so old or the previous owners were total recluses (my sort of people!) but there is no internet connections there and so it may take me a week or three to get back on line. As I’ve been pre-occupied with tours and packing and this move has been delayed repeatedly since the end of last summer, I don’t have a long line of posts scheduled so if it goes quite one week you will know what happened.
Until then 🙂