She That Seeketh

August is almost over and where have I been? Not at my desk which, with my next deadline looming, is where I should have been. Nor, alas, basking on a beach or indulging in the delights of foreign travel. So what have I been up to?

I have been house hunting.

What a simple statement. One that suggests a pleasurable activity. The thrill of the chase. The pursuit of a quarry, minus gore. How exciting, friends say when I tell them.

I have come to this point after toying with extension plans for most of the year and finally acknowledging that it's not going to work. The house is too small. Hence the search for something bigger.

And, yes, it is exciting. Up to a point. And there's an undeniable pleasure in snooping round other people's houses. But oh, oh, oh….No wonder they say moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do.

You remember it? Having to keep the house tidy in case someone wants to view it. Spending hours on the internet. Finding a house and then discovering it's next to a major highway/an industrial estate/ a garden full of ancient trees with overhanging branches and invading roots. Fearing that you'll never find a house that you really like. Fearing that your house will never sell (which is a real possibility at this time). Fearing that your house will sell and you'll be stuck renting forever with half your furniture in storage because you'll never find a house that you really like….

It's awful. And occasionally exciting. And not at all conducive to Getting On with the next book.

But I must make myself put it all to one side and let myself sink into the imaginary world I'm supposed to be inhabiting. I must work out what's going to happen next. Perhaps the characters could visit an Estate Agent?

She That Seeketh is a post from: Jane Eagland

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