Home (Former)

This evening I made the 100 mile roundtrip (about 1 hour's driving each way) to my (late) parents' former home.

It was to check the electricity is connected and to read the meter. "Theatre of the Absurd" is the phrase which comes to mind*.

I managed to accomplish all this without incident. 

A surveyor is coming to inspect it on Wednesday. The estate agents' photographer soon after that. An electricity supply seems appropriate. 

I may have to sit around in the house while dealing with these folks, so I have installed the minimum of creature comforts.  

* I had the dubious privilege of studying Ionesco's Rhinocéros at university... in French.