New horizons

I think, after a two hour meeting full of bitching and whining (from the buyers from hell) that Mr B has sold our house. Madame BfH took every opportunity to slag off our estate agent (who was there) until even the notaire was sticking up for her.

There was then a bizarre and amusing interlude with our notaire dictating the terms of our wire transfer to put down our deposit on the purchase to her accounts guy - which seemed to take an enormous number of attempts to make the Catalan accounts guy accept the Scottish spelling of a forename he is more used to in its Spanish form.

Then there was much running through the rain to find which one of the town's restaurants would be open on a Monday night, then much fun with a charming waiter who understood our immediate need for very large beers, and then too much food and more running through more rain to our hotel room, with a view of the old village wall.

Before that, of course, there was running and cleaning and carrying and somehow cramming one extra mattress in the van. And we were saved again by our fabulous friend Mark who has helped us look after the house for years and always seems to be saving us from some scrape or other with his capacious van and ability to mop a house in six and a half minutes.

No time for sentimentality today about all the happy memories from that house... But I am looking forward with much anticipation to the next chapter. Tomorrow, we tu