|this used to be where our telly was. now it has newspaper and|
various vessels to catch the drips. Every time it rains.
This week has been pretty awful for us. Dave submitted his thesis corrections on Tuesday, so now we are playing the waiting game till he gets his results. On Wednesday, the ceiling started leaking, bringing for both of us flashbacks of exploding pipes and a completely soaked flat. Fortunately, it's in the Dundee flat, and we aren't financially responsible for it. Unfortunately, the problem is an outside the building one, meaning the other flat owners are responsible for it as well as our landlords, and they have to go through all the stupid bureaucracy and money issues for it to be sorted out. so that's another waiting game. And it dripped on our telly. Work has been extremely challenging for me this week, and I an utterly done in. Dave has a bad cold and with it, a quite large eczema outbreak. Life is not what one would call fun. We have done pretty much nothing other than lounge and read and listen to music this weekend, and my goodness we need it.
Added to this, once we had decided we were aiming to move back to Paisley, I sort of mentally moved. The plan has highlighted stuff in our life here that is not at all ideal. I love my job(there are no words to explain how much), and the thought of not seeing the kids all the time is heartbreaking. Still, I think ahead to another winter of snow and bus travel, taking up to 4 hours to get home, being cold and wet, and I want to cry(sometimes in winter I did cry). When we are in Dundee for the weekend and it's nice, I fret about the Paisley garden becoming overrun. We are paying for the upkeep of two places (though curiously, since we probably will move back, it's seems to have been the means to an end). And our wee nephew is growing up quickly, and we only get to see him every few weeks. It feels like we are missing an awful lot.
Having the plan, while helpful, doesn't mean we don't have to wait though. I am trying very hard to remind myself of the reasons I like Dundee, and this flat. About the skills and experience Dave has gained in his job. About the lovely family I work with, the respect I am given. AND, Dave and I have each other through all this, an that makes it manageable. I have been looking for ideas for the rather neglected Paisley flat for when we do eventually move, and small things we can do there in the interim. I have taken pictures of the bits of the flat I like here, not to replicate, but perhaps to incorporate in some way.
|Clockwise from left - my corner of doom, cluster of hung objects(Painting, the love knot |
was a wedding gift, Dave's bodhran, Winnie the Pooh) our fireplace headboard, the corner sofa.
It's not all bad. We will be alright. I love my job. We have a roof over our heads, food to eat, and people we love to help us. We'll move when we can. But I might need reminding of this occasionally.