So I realised i had to head back.
I couldn’t rely on everything that needed to be done being done and I knew it was important to me to finish it and do the best I could and there was the final bit still to do.
There were several last minute hurdles, changes, complications.
Luckily, with working from home, I was able to log on yesterday and make all the arrangements necessary to be able to go back down for the last gasp to the finish line.
Here I had just jumped on my bike for a quick cycle in the sun before getting in the car to head back.
I had just taken a call from my brother who was about to leave. He left, what I thought was the last bombshell, little knowing there were more, as yet unimagined. I didn’t say I was just about to head down. I knew there was no point. I didn’t want to let him off the hook by knowing someone else would be going in after him. I was curious to see if he could just walk out without a thought for what happens next.
I was right. By the time I got there late that evening I realised all that I had carefully put in place had been fucked up one way or another.
The keys I’d left for the clearance man (having sent photos with instructions) had been moved and locked inside which would have meant the man wouldn’t be able to get in early the next morning. The garage that I’d deliberately left open with everything carefully sorted to be taken, had been locked as well. The house which I’d left immaculate had just been walked out of with evidence of all the family plus rabbit moving through like the fallout from a tornado. All without one iota of thought or consideration.