Wondering what this "retirement" lark is all about. I'm busily editing photos and exporting them for a friend who is a spinet player for this evening, occasionally looking out the front window at the newly relaid driveway (done by proper contractors!) and admiring it, gathering all my stuff for a charitable event over the weekend in Sunny Shildon, thats rolling stock, play rolling stock for the kiddies so they don't play with my priceless stuff, laptop, large monitor, silly loud speaker, camera gear, clothes, documentation and dog alone knows what else... I have to spend Thursday evening in the Premier Inn in Corby!
then to York, Shildon, York, Shildon, York, Shildon, York, Shildon, York, and back home Tuesday morning, knackered.
Then on to finding an alternative new home because of course "your offer is accepted" is not accompanied by any sense of honour, and they now seem to have accepted a higher offer made days afterwards.