It's now been over a month since Dad died, the first few weeks all merged and it seemed for ever to get to the funeral, now it's been almost 2 weeks since we gathered to say goodbye and time is moving fast now. I guess 'normal' will return eventually.
The neighbour has been given notice to vacate end of September, but he's notched the harassment up a gear with standing outside my flat door with his mates making stupid, unnecessary comments, fortunately he has a loud and distinctive voice and following police advice I now have recorded evidence. I really don't need this right now.
All the paperwork is now complete and the process of sorting Dad's stuff to sell is beginning, Mum needs to move to a smaller property, as the 4 bed house has large running costs for one and there is work that will need to be done soon, so estate agents are booked for next week, we just need a kick up the arse to get going sorting out the sheds, garage, games room, attic and study. It's not all Dad's stuff, Mum will have to declutter also and storage is expensive so we need to start making decisions now, ready for the move ahead.
Mum and I really need to sort our diets and shopping out, Mum isn't a big eater, but while the kids were here we were cooking a proper meal each day, since everyone has left we're back to snacking and I need to rectify this. I've also started returning to the flat at nights, leaving Mum on her own for longer periods of time. I will return to Dubai at some point in the future. I'm only in the town if she needs me.
211 Sunday Colour
Discovered the communal door unlocked again and lock damaged, called 999 and reported suspected break in. Management company not really interested and hung around all afternoon waiting for a locksmith, getting majorly fed up with this now. Popped in to see a friend in the evening for a couple of hours.
Door wide open again. Full list of complaints sent to property management and all police crime numbers. I've had enough now. My time is being wasted by the tenant, it's the landlords responsibility, not mine. Took the teen to Stratford to stay with his girlfriend for the week, Mum and I wandered around the town, had lunch, ice cream by the canal, several coffees and made our way home. Our first full day out the house, none funeral, none death related. It felt odd, it also felt strange.To be fair this is something we would've done without Dad anyway, as much as he would've liked to have joined us, he really wouldn't have managed all the walking and would have probably gone fishing that day anyway. I spent the evening stalking child 3 and 3a on their 3 flights from Manchester to Sydney online.
Jag for sale on Auto trader.
214 Wednesday Hot.
215 Thursday Message. Feel a bit better having caught up with stuff.
216 Friday Food. The teen is back tomorrow, best get some shopping in.
217 Saturday Tea. Why do the British make tea when someone dies? Seriously had enough of the bloody stuff now?
On the blog this week:
My Sunday Photo - U is for Unexpected
Parenting - The Next Generation have taken over