Well I was going to write about a great holiday but events have got in the way.
This planned move to The Outer Hebrides has stumbled through many obstacles. First our son was made redundant, then my wife, Sandy, was made redundant, then I was made redundant and a couple of days before our holiday Sandy was made redundant again! Last Thursday Sandy’s younger brother died, aged 57. No, he didn’t just ‘die’ he was killed by his GP but that’s another story. Sean (Sandy’s brother not our son) lived at home looking after his (and of course Sandy’s) mum who is 87 and partially sighted. She doesn’t want to (and probably couldn’t) spend the rest of her life alone so where does that leave us all? Guess she’ll come to live with us.
She never was enamoured with our moving to ‘the back of beyond’ (her first words when we told her) but I’m sure she’ll love it once she comes to terms with the idea. One thing is certain, we’re moving to The Outer Hebrides, hopefully sooner rather than later.
At the moment I’m 170 miles from home in a house preserved from the 1960’s waiting for the Coroner to call. I’ve had to spend over 300 quid on a Netbook and broadband dongle just to keep sane and keep in touch with the modern world!
