Maybe time to own up...
It's the latest lady friend, and it's been a bit of a whirlwind. I was making no progress at all with the previous one, who wanted to bring her debt along with her, so in the lead up to Christmas, I began looking elsewhere and ended up with two 'options'. One not very serious, the other in Essex very, very serious and very, very keen.
The latter popped up here for a long weekend stay, and we hit it off almost immediately. She even managed to pick up an Italian white wine kit, I had been unable to source locally, to bring with her. A couple of weeks, and she will be having another long weekend here, bringing this time the marmalade. Plans are already well advanced, for her to move in, within two months.
I've been testing out various ideas, for her to move her stuff the 200 miles - from 'man and a van', to hiring a van. This morning I had the bright idea to see if palletised collection and delivery might be an option and was by far the cheapest way to move her items.
What has surprised me, as mentioned in another post - is the dramatic effect the sheer frustration that the 12-month-long relationship had on my blood pressure, and the dramatic drop to normal levels, once I finally moved on.
