The dogs are beginning to notice. As I move from room to room putting things in boxes or bins, I feel 9 sets of eyes watching me constantly as if I’m under suspicion or in Arry’s case, need to be followed at all times in case I accidentally fall in a box. He is a Shepherd after all. As I packed away the last of Callum’s bits and pieces so they could be taken off to his new abode come September, Evee and Yogi threw baleful glances at me as though I had done something terrible to my son. Despite my rising excitement about the move (only 16 days to go), I am now beginning to worry a little about how it will affect them. I know that once they are there, they will thank me but logistically this is quite a big operation. And they have me in charge. As far as I’m aware, there isn’t an app on how to move 9 woofers across the channel in a motorhome.
I really wish I had a PA. Much as I like being in control of my life, I also like passing the buck when it comes to paperwork. Tony loved the stuff, so I never got involved in any of it but now the never-ending lists are all mine to deal with. I spent two days ringing around various insurance companies for the Mothership, who knew it was so complicated? Apparently motorhomes have to have more security accessories than the average house, I even had to buy a steering wheel lock which looked like it would be better fitted to an army tank. I also had to lie repeatedly about how long I was going to be on holiday in France, best not go there. I have not mentioned that we are being accompanied by 9 dogs which have been known to start barking when a bee knocks at the door. Neo, as we all know, has a penchant for an unexpected knee nibble and let’s face it, Arry can look pretty scary to those who don’t know what a pushover he really is.
I think the week ahead is going to be a tough one though as I begin the many mini-gatherings and visitations to say goodbye to friends, colleagues and clients. Whilst so many have expressed their happiness for me and the big adventure, it’s still going to be an emotional one. I think the dogs will enjoy it though, they do love a party. Thankfully they don’t do farewells, 9 dogs sobbing would not be helpful. Yogi though…hmmm…
“Dogs teach us a very important lesson in life: The mail man is not to be trusted.” (Sian Ford)
Widow plus woofs 