Sea change.

I can feel it.

My life's changing, it's almost like when you can smell the weather changing.

I had only eaten half of the pizza last night, it's sad I could not be bothered to knock a proper meal up so I popped a frozen pizza in the oven. This morning half of it sat on the chopping board, stale. So I chopped the left overs up and thew it on the back lawn and watched the birds as I had my breakfast. 
The phone rang.
'Hello Mr Fenlon' it was the estate agent, it turns out that the couple who had come to see the house last week really did love it.
They have there house up for sale and already have some offers and will be making an offer on mine quite soon. Exciting.

My next door neighbour is my tenant, it's almost a pepper corn rent. When she moved in a year ago I asked her what would she do if I asked her to move 'In about a year?'
'Fine no bother, I will qualify for a council house and that's what I've always wanted'.

The tenant's partner moved out about 4 months ago and the rent has been a little late and the garden has gone to hell. If this house is sold I'm going to ask her to leave.

If I sell next door I pay 19% capital gains but if I sell my house I have no tax to pay.

Back to school.

So this brings to the question 'Should I got back to school?'
I've had a hankering to do the Fine Arts degree as long as I can remember. I know I'm dislecksic and my English is worst than an eleven year old classroom dullard.

But (never start a sentence with but) I think I can bring something to the party, I'm not sure what. But it's tempting.

Time to start.

It's time to start clearing out. Most of my life I've had to travel light, Being an army child we moved, we moved a lot. We thought nothing of upping sticks and moving from Wales to Singapore, from Singapore to Germany. It made life interesting, but you miss having roots. I know people who have lived in the same part of Manchester or Newcastle all their lives.

Anyway, when you move regularly you have a big clear out every time. All the rubbish that you keep 'Just in case'. I've been here for six years on the 1st of July and my draws are full, my attic has junk in, my cupboards are full. I don't need this crap.
In the attic I have (without looking)  old computers, a tuba (yes a big brass instrument) motor bike leathers, old tools, wall paintings, spare chairs.

It's time to start clearing it all out, clear the mind.

I have a lot of work to do. Cuppa first.

Un-edited. No time.