Don't think too much

I spent most of today watching the World Athletics on television. It’s nowhere near the same as the Olympics last year, but it’s a nice way to distract myself from life and a nice excuse to be sat on the sofa.

Philippa is starting to get edgy about moving.  David and Becky are definitely returning in November so she’s starting to feel the pressure of time. God knows why. It’s still three months away, and most of the stuff in here isn’t ours anyway so it’s not as if we’ve got vansful of possessions to relocate. 
I think she’s worried that the weeks will race past and catch us out. She doesn’t realise how slowly time can pass sometimes because she doesn’t work at a place she despises.
I suppose it might be a bit stressful when it happens. We don’t have an exact date to move out yet, and we don’t know where our next assignment will be, so we don’t know if we’ll have to rent accommodation in the gap, or be able to move back in to one of our old houses, or whether we’ll just be homeless. I don’t fancy ending up back in the family home with Hannah and her noisy co-habitants, I must say. I think I’d rather spend a few weeks on the streets. 
Mmm, maybe Philippa is right to be feeling a bit edgy about it all. They say moving house is one of the most stressful events you can go through (alongside marriage and divorce) and we might end up doing it three times in a month! Plus, we’ve got to squeeze in a week in Tunisia which I still haven’t told Philippa about yet. I don’t make life easy for myself do I?

RC 12-8-13