I have bitten the bullet. Started packing my stuff up, put my old loved desk and a table top loom on Freegle and even sealed three boxes. Now I must go through all those box files. Correspondence before the advent of emails is enormous. A box on divorce, a box on the Whitby holiday cottage and a box on all the foreign students I cared for. I no longer exist in those worlds though, to be quite honest I am enjoying myself getting rid of stuff.
Books have been difficult, I have three bookcases, one has been emptied and most of the books reside in carrier bags because they will probably not appeal to charity shops. The other had craft books and those have gone to a local charity shop, the last has special books that I shall keep along with the glass fronted bookcase they reside in.
I have watched others move in blogland and realised it is a hassle but not as difficult as my mind says it is.
Down sizing is a good exercise, I shall stay with my daughter for a while and we shall look for something to rent for me around the area, my granddaughter is already looking forward to stopping with me.
So now with some of the restrictions lifted it is time to move on and live that last bit of life left. I shall carry memories of this house and the happy times lived here and still hanker after an old mad spaniel. My feral cat is also a bit of a worry, but will talk to Lottie at the Cat Protection place. How do you rehome feral cats?
And this morning notice that my Antiquarian answers went up. Thank you Alan ;)