Baby's On The Move Again...

Next Monday El Hombre and I have a very nice lady coming to value our house.  Yes, dear Blog Reader, the Flytes are on the move!   So the next few weeks will be spent cleaning and painting all the bits that we've stopped noticing —  the unvarnished doors, the peeling front door (working the kerb appeal is VITAL, apparently), chiselling dried catfood from the tongue-and-groove...  Expect lots of blogged exasperation, in other words.

And what has spurred on this flurry of activity?  Well, we've both realised that we're ready for new challenges, that we're stagnating, and that we're no longer content merely to tread water.  Just say "NO!" to middle-age complancency!  We're still viable.  If you poke us with a stick we still squirm!

I think a lot to do with this embracing of life is the imminent departure next year of Genius Son from the nest. 

We're hitching a lift on the back of his youthful enthusiasm, and while obviously we still have Most Beautiful to consider, the time feels right to do something different, shake things up a bit.

Most Beautiful sobbed when she heard the news.  She loves her home.  I too will have excess moisture in my eye when it comes to closing the door for the last time.  We've been so fortunate to live in our dream home for six wonderful years.  I shall be taking lots of pictures.  But as I explained to Most Beautiful, something even better is waiting just around the corner and to run towards that means having to leave something else behind.

I feel wise as I impart my knowledge, I feel like a GOOD EXAMPLE (and God knows that doesn't happen often).  Most Beautiful digests this pearl in respectful silence.  Then, "Yeah, that's nice Mum, but what I want to know is — will I have a bigger bedroom?"

Aah, youth.  Enthusiasm AND adaptability!