Not only is The Curate taking up his first incumbency but I will have the time to explore new opportunities. I am no longer working as a teacher, I have no links to the area we are going to and (whatever I might be feeling right now) - I am not too old for a new adventure!
We are moving to a rectory which has builders working in it. In fact it has been quite a battle to get the place anywhere near the state of our other two 'church' houses. This has added immense stress to the whole process - so much so that I declared I was going to live in our own house in South Devon
( but I am here ). The third time of moving in with builders is just not funny. Does everyone have a struggle with property departments? We had such a lovely leaflet from them telling us about the department and with a picture of a lovely new vicarage with solar panels on the roof so I thought we were going to a diocese that was forward looking - and, probably, they are - we have just timed our move badly. Silly discussions about en suite bathrooms that don't exist but would possibly be added - if they are available to be used by all the other bedrooms (therefore not ensuite) . But then we find that these ensuites do not include a WC. I don't even like 'ensuites' - I'd just like a bathroom that is updated from the original one and has enough room to 'swing a cat in' ! ( That saying might confuse some of my foreign readers!) Silly, silly niggles that have caused avoidable stress if only people would realise that this is to be a home and actually pick up the phone and talk to us.
|our last frosty view of the moor|
Today and tomorrow I will remember that I must 'keep calm and carry on' ( and I will also remind The Rector 2B that he must do this too.)