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Argh.
Found out at the weekend that the pub sale is imminent.
I thought they were still in early negotiations, but John says it's with the solicitors.
So I asked (trying to act as if I know that already), "So when do you think it will actually go through then?"
"Dunno," says John, "could be a week, could be a month."
So I sat there nodding wisely and trying not to scream.
It wouldn't have made a difference to me moving in - I need to live somewhere however temporary. But it does frighten me.
After a sleepless night (see RFN - I'm having an allergic reaction to something) I have decided worrying will not help anything. What will be will be.
If it's a week (which I accept is highly unlikely!) then I'll just have to throw myself on EEA's mercy. Get a loan from them, take a week off and borrow the minibus to move (I did it in a shopping trolley this time - took me three trips back & forth!)
If I get a little more grace I'll accept it gratefully. I'm still going to ask for help moving this time round though! But I'll be better prepared. Going to have a clothes and book cull this week for starters. All I have at HM's is two empty suitcases and the laptop, which I will collect today. I'm going to get them packed and ready so I can move with the minimum of fuss.
I'm trying to sound brave but as I typed those last words my stomach just rolled over. Deep breaths. Calm.
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