Well - even now, my brain has a fleeting idea of 'talking things over with Mum', the Mum in question being my pre-dementia sympathetic companion.
But I am coming to terms with it a little more.
I have a lot to think about at present. We have a buyer for our house in seaside Norfolk, and it looks as if we'll exchange contracts next week with a completion date of 31st July.
But - we found a lovely house in York, just the right area. It belonged to a man who died and is being sold by his children. We knew that, and thought they had a grant of probate - then we were told that they hadn't, but thought it wouldn't be long. And then, in the last ten days - two bombshells.
First - that they hadn't even applied for the grant yet, the reason given that one brother is abroad and could only sign when he returns to the UK in July.
Second, a few days later - that the real reason he hasn't signed is that he refuses to. He's using that for leverage in a family dispute, and solicitor's letters are winging to and fro.
We're hanging in there to see if it can be resolved, but in the end, we may well have to look for another house to buy.
In the meantime, we have to sell our house - so we're racing up to York next week to try and find rented accommodation for six months. Difficult, because these properties in York are snapped up, and by the time we get there, we may find that the appointments we made are no longer relevant.
Oh dear, oh dear - the uncertainty!
Wish me luck, everyone, that we find somewhere to rent and can make a new life for ourselves in York.
I won't be on TP for a day or two, but hope you all have a lovely Next Week. xx