Oh dear. Well in the spirit of getting ready to get the hell out of this gaff. Hubby and I have the house on the market. Tick no.1 off the list then. No. 2. STILL can't find my passport, so report it stolen. New paperwork comes today, fill in the lost report, and pop it in the post. Tick no. 2 off the list. Find somewhere the live temporarily in the great white north, good, that's a tick for no. 3.. NOW what? Oh dear. What about all this cr*p we have accamalated while living here then. Ooh, well at least 2 musical instruments can go on ebay. And then it happened. I listed them, and I can't leave it alone. I am on the damn thing every ten minutes checking whose watching it and checking who has bid on it. It's a compulsion. Worse than the blog (no it can't be!) BUT it is. Then if that wasn't bad enough, I am now looking around and seeing what else I can list.

I can picture the scene. Taxi waiting to take us the the airport while I cling to the door frame and beg to have the computer plugged in so I can see who will buy the dust bunnies that were left under the sofa. I need some help. Or you need to bid. The choice is yours..........