Welcome back to the latest edition of the newsletter. Thank you for the kind words about my missives. It spurs me on and I really appreciate the feedback.
Last weekend we made it to Blackpool and lunched on far too many doughnuts! They were delicious. Freshly made by a guy in shorts who told me he hadn’t planned well for the weather - it was a little nippy! But it was a nice day and didn’t rain. We walked along the promenade and sat on a bench eating our goodies. Seagulls glided about on the airstreams looking remarkably huge! None of them attempted to steal though, which was positive!
This week I’ve started prepping, in earnest, for our move and have been selling some of my Mum and Dad’s furniture that won’t fit in the new house, size or style-wise. It feels good to be doing it. Although there have been a few tears too. After I’d scraped off a line of wall paint as I navigated it down the the stairs, I sat for one last time in the rocking chair that had been in my parents’ houses for as long as I could remember. It was the chair my Mum had rocked me in when I was small. Probably older than me, that chair.
Then there was the round mahogany coffee table that had always been a constant. Highly polished when my Mum was alive, I did debate whether to get Chris to cut off one of the legs and make me a pen from the wood.
But I decided it was better as a table.
It’s funny selling stuff on Facebook. I’ve been inundated with messages for the bedside table that my Dad used. The opened drawer still had the aroma of aftershave. It was part of a set, most of which I sold a few years ago but the bedside table and a matching stool stuck. The stool also went to someone who was thrilled with it.
My chest of drawers from my childhood bedroom was collected by a lady who had been looking for exactly that design and couldn’t believe she had found it. Somehow things find their way to the right people.
My next job is to work my way through the contents of the now emptied drawers. The spoons collected from places we visited. The guides to a wide range of National Trust properties. My Dad’s diaries dating back to around 1953. Old photographs.
The decluttering has been a gradual process. If circumstances had dictated, it could have been quicker, but I’ve been able to work through everything in stages. I’m not sure if that has helped. It’s like ripping off a plaster, only doing it bit by bit. But the acute sorrow becomes less, and the letting go easier.
I’ve mentioned this before - my Dad used to say, when I asked him, ‘what will I do with all this when you’re not here’, that I would just have to do what I thought was right at the time. So, that’s what I’m doing.
Yes, Chris and I are still very giddy about Derbyshire. I was looking through one of my tiny holiday notebooks*, written in 2010 when I stayed for a few days in Tideswell. I wrote, ‘I would love to live here’. It really is a dream come true for me.
My question this week is, what dreams have you fulfilled or would love to make happen? Look out for the email with the link to join in the conversation.
Until next time, thank you for reading.
* The purple notebook is for my new Derbyshire-related project!
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