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Finally, some news

19/2/2018

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Finally, we have some news! 

After months and months of bureaucracy, delays, idiocy and general faffing, we have exchanged contracts and will be moving house next Monday. Eek! 

I am relieved, and daunted, and excited (and daunted again) all at once. What if we hate living in the middle of nowhere? What if I can't think of anything to do with all that land? What if the neighbours don't like us? (At least we'll be a bit further away from them I suppose). What if the car breaks down and I can't get to work, or it snows, or the well overflows or the electricity goes off? What if...? 

We're not in the habit of moving house very often (between us we have been in this house for forty years), so the slight trepidation we have about this particular house is hard to distinguish from general wibbling about moving house at all. Still, we're legally obliged to go now so we'd best just pack up and get on with it. 

Much of our stuff has been packed for months - the cellar has been full to bursting since before we put our own house on the market last July. We've now got a week to get everything out of the cellar, and the rest of our things packed. The removals firm dropped off another forty boxes today and I think we'll use them all. 

We aren't minimalists.
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At the weekend, once we had a date, I packed up my tubs from the garden. They probably could have gone in the removals van, but they're difficult to stack, and would have taken up a fair bit of space (which, er, we don't have much of). So I bundled them all up and took them to a friend's house for safekeeping. 
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Here they are, nestled among the snowdrops. They won't need any looking after at this time of year, and there's nothing much growing in them anyway, but it seemed a shame to leave them behind.

It felt strangely emotional packing up the garden. At this time of year it's mostly sticks, but there are a few shoots coming through and it feels odd to know I won't be seeing the chive flowers again, or the gooseberries. 

I'm pretty sure there will be plenty of times when I'll be looking back with fondness at the thought of having a tiny city garden that I could weed and prune and tidy and be finished in time for lunch...
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What I've been reading lately

11/2/2018

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I drifted away from reading last summer, and haven't written a 'what I'm reading' post since early May. Sometimes, when my head is too full of what-if and things-to-do, there isn't room to take on anything else, and I stop reading books altogether. 

Daft really, as I know with a book I can lose myself in someone else's world for a while and forget about my own lists. 

Anyway, Peter bought me a couple of books over Christmas, and that set me to reading again, especially as in the first one (Born a Crime by Trevor Noah), the author said that we can find ourselves scrolling through endless Twitter threads and newspaper articles, and get to the end of the year having read many thousands of words, but not a single book. Ouch. 

I didn't keep a proper list, so this is in no particular order, but this is vaguely what I've been reading since Christmas. 
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Born a Crime (Trevor Noah)
This was a Christmas present, and the book that got me reading again. I was vaguely familiar with Trevor Noah but didn't know much about his past, and this was an interesting read. I always love tales of people's ordinary lives, and this gave fascinating and at times painful insights into everyday lives in and after apartheid in South Africa. Not always cheerful, but certainly uplifting overall. 

How to be a Victorian (Ruth Goodman)
I found this in a charity shop. I loved the Victorian Farm series, and watch it over and over whenever it's repeated on the tv. This book goes into far more detail about the everyday lives of Victorians, both rich and poor, and covers things like making breakfast, making and washing clothes, education, work, and bringing up children. There's quite a bit about the political situation at the time too, and contemporary campaigns around women and children working in mines and the introduction of compulsory education. 

Nightwalk: A Journey to the Heart of Nature (Chris Yates)
I loved this. I've always been a little bit scared of being outside at night (although it doesn't always stop me), and this was a beautiful account of the author's nocturnal ramblings which made me want to stride out in the moonlight. Utterly charming. 

A Gleaming Landscape: 100 Years of the Guardian's Country Diary (Martin Wainright)
​Another charity shop find, and another in my ever-growing stash of books about the coutryside. This is a collection of Country Diary columns from the Guardian newspaper over the last 100 years, one from each year. The columns themselves are short, and there's a bit of context about the political and social history of the time at the start of each chapter - the war years were especially interesting. It did feel a little disjointed with columns from so many different authors, but it was quite fascinating to see the changes through the years. 
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Health (Peter Aggleton)
I picked this up to read for work, but it was so interesting that I actually read most of it sitting in a cafe on Saturday morning. It's old now (written in 1990), but gives a really clear, straightforward account of the social and structural issues surrounding health and how we understand what it means to be healthy and ill. Not exactly fun, but really interesting.

The Shock Doctrine (Naomi Klein)
I read Naomi Klein's first book No Logo​ when I was at university many years ago now, and it had a profound effect on me and what I went on to do. I'm a few years behind with this one, and have got it out of the library several times and taken it back without reading it. It's a weighty tome (650 ish pages), dense with detail and facts, and really not fun at all. It charts the rise of what the author calls 'disaster capitalism' - the exploitation of countries that are experiencing disaster (whether natural or human-made) by large corporations for profit-making purposes. It's not exactly an easy read, but I'm making myself read the whole lot, because I think it's important to try to get a grasp on how things come to be the way they are. I've not quite finished it yet - it's definitely not a read-as-you're-dozing-off book...
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So there we are. A fairly random assortment, and I'm pretty sure I've missed at least one out. I'm so very much looking forward to having my books back out of boxes when we move, I'm sure there are plenty that I haven't read at all yet... 
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How not to knit

7/2/2018

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Well, it was a good job I didn't hold my breath when it seemed like something might happen with the house the other day. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened at all (except various parties revealing their incompetence, but there's nothing new in that). I'm resigning myself to staying in our currently house for the next ten years at the rate we're going. 

So let's put all that aside for a little while and talk about knitting. 
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For the last few months, on and off, I've been knitting a couple of pair of socks for a couple of friends. I wrote about the first pair back in October, and finally finished them and started the second. I was absolutely thrilled to come across this stripey wool in a charity shop, it was almost a full ball, and knits into a glorious riot of colour and speckles. 

I was delighted with the first sock. Look at it! What fun! 

I had a brief moment of do-I-really-have-to-knit-another-one-the-same sock tedium, and then embarked on the second. Which went well - until I realised that my 'almost a complete ball of wall' wasn't quite 'almost complete' enough, and that I didn't have enough wool to finish the second sock... 
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Most vexing - if I'd have realised earlier, I could have made the leg part shorter and then I might have made it, or made the cuff a different colour. At this stage though, without unravelling the whole lot and starting again (which I didn't want to do as these were meant to be a Christmas present), there was only one thing for it - I'd have to make the toes a different colour on both of them. 
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I started with the painful task of unravelling the toes on the first one, which gave me a bit more wool to add some to the second one. There was no chance of me finding an exact match for this wool without an awful lot of messing (it didn't come with a label), so I decided to use something else that I already had. Sadly, most of my stash is in boxes in the cellar, so my choice was limited. 
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I settled on this blue, green and brown stripey wool, which looked at least like some of the colours might vaguely match. 
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They do - kind of. But the stripes are a lot thicker and darker, and I'm not convinced. 
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I'm reserving judgement until I've finished the second, although I've been informed that as it is now February, I really should just finish the darn things and get them sent off, especially as they're going to a different country and may take a while to get there anyway. 

I'm not one for matching the stripes on my socks anyway. I'm lazy, and prefer an element of chance when it comes to sock colours. Next time I'll definitely be wary of using charity shop wool though (unless it's definitely a full ball) - and I might even weigh these ones before I send them just to make sure I know how much wool they use. 

​Still, whatever they look like, they are cheerful and cosy and will hopefully get a good reception. I'll post pictures if I ever finish the second one (and don't start unravelling the first again).
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February

5/2/2018

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Where do the days go? More and more I find it's been a week, or two, or even three since I've popped in here. 

I'm not even going to try to catch. The last three weeks have been a flurry of snow, work, cafes and very nearly moving house. Not quite, not yet, but hopefully very soon. 
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There have been some spectacular sunrises, most of which I've seen while out running. I can't always persuade myself out of bed that early, but when I do, I rarely regret it. 

Yesterday my running paid off (kind of) as me and my sister did a trail race. This is the first one in a series of four, and it was lovely to run a shorter race for a change, rather than our epic out-all-day half marathon fiascos. This one took just under an hour - we were cold and muddy with wet feet, but we were finished by half past ten and there was free tea and cake at the finish. 

When we'd wrapped up, I took her for a walk up the footpath and past the new house. 
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(Don't worry, there is an actual driveway we can use once we've moved in). I have to confess to having a bit of a wobble. It really is quite far away, and quite rural, and there is a lot of space. I've never been responsible for any grass before, let alone several acres. The house has been empty for about nine months now, and has probably been taken over by spiders and mice. 

What are we doing? 
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Well, you can't always be sensible, and we're not going to back out now. It's ever so beautiful out there (and also ever so cold). It'll be an adventure I'm sure (and we can always move back to the city if we hate it). 

I don't think I'm going to mind pegging the washing out with that view. In fact, since being an adult, I don't think I've lived anywhere with a washing line, so hanging the washing out will be possibly the most exciting household task for a while. I used to hate it as a child, and always wondered why my mum liked it so much (although maybe she didn't?) but I might be getting closer to understanding.

Today might bring some news... although I won't hold my breath. There are a couple of small things to sort out, and we are relying on one person in the chain doing what they said they would do over the weekend, but I won't be letting my phone far out of my sight today. 

​Fingers crossed.
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