I few weeks ago I was perplexed. I'd been reading Middlemarch, George Elliot, while enjoying the truly remarkable writing, (written like close knitting), it didn't seem likely that I would ever reach the end.
It went on and on... I was not alone according the the forum I consulted!
The move of MMIL has that same never-ending monica. Will it ever end? Was it 2009 when the whole enterprise got under way? It surprised me to learn that it was only early Autumn 2011 when she decided she didn't want a lonely existence; she wanted company and family. 'Seemed like a good idea at the time!
Today we came across a blockage whist enquiring about progress on the line towards Exchange. We made some calls and in a couple of hours got the thing moving again. It took some heavy lifting to get the professionals off their backsides where they had been sitting since before Chrimbo, waiting for something to happen rather than making it happen at a cost of zillions of squids per hour.
It is our sincere hope that some conclusion can be reached this coming week when we can book Pickfords, call in Hyena House Clearance, dump a skip on the front lawn and put on the rubber gloves. At the other end we can call in the carpets, blinds, and TV/broadband installers and mow the lawn before it obscures the view of Bredon Hill. I wish!
Oh and I must get some new reading material now Dorothea is finally happy.
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