Feelin’ Funky

I’ve been in a funk most of the week. I know I know, all my ideas of starting 2020 with an open mind and verbal alliterations of exciting futures ya da ya but now I’m feeling cartoonish lady with black cloud overhead and wet anorak. One minute I was feeling the positive vibes of finally having the house on the market and a steady stream of viewings and the next, splat! Headfirst into the moody puddle. And it took a few friends to tell me why. I’m impatient apparently.

Here’s the thing about selling your house, you have no control over how long it will take. Not only that but your future is entirely in the hands of a stranger who runs a skeptical eye over your decor. And I’ve become quite an expert on reading human body language (dogs are my expertise and they rarely comment on wallpaper), the “I can’t really afford this but it’s nice to compare” to the “perhaps she’ll take a really stupid offer as she’s a widow” facial expressions. With family and friends telling me the house will be snapped up, I’m feeling a bit deflated. I know it’s only been on the market for two weeks and let’s face it, I’m making a seriously big move but I hate the standstill.

I know I have to be patient and keep to my resolution to take life as it comes but it’s not easy. And I know I’m an impulsive sort but flying solo for the last 18 months has made me yearn for calm and balance in my life. Not just in my life, the dogs and Callum need it too. Rollercoasters make you queasy after a while. And if the house did sell tomorrow, I’d be a full blown panic mode getting the pack et al ready to shift across the Channel. Thank God for yoga.

Having dismissed my 2020 horoscope warnings of not spending any money, I decided to go and look at a couple of flats to buy as an investment and also to get me out of the house. Apart from the shock at the price of a minuscule studio “can’t swing a cat but the rent is fabulous” abode, I did find a rather nice ex-council two bedroom flat in Battersea that had me feeling quite the investor. That was until an anti-terrorist van blew into the estate, dropping its commandos as it whizzed passed. I think I read the estate agent’s body language pretty well….

“I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent devoted companionship of a dog that you can get from no other source.”  (Doris Day)