living the dream

We got up late this morning - about 8.30.  We agreed that whatever we did today, it would not involve any heavy lifting.  So a day for relaxing and sending off countless emails and making telephone calls to all the organisations that need to know we've moved.  And there are a lot of them.

At about 11.30 we decide we need some fresh air.  It's all very well living in a shed, but as JohnRh pointed out, it can get a bit claustrophobic.

To our great delight we find, just around the corner from the shed, a Spanish Tapas bar.  We go in for breakfast - poached eggs, sausage and patatas bravos, washed down with a good cup of coffee.

This is it - we're living the dream.  

When we first decided to move, a lot of people commented that we'd miss our garden, we'd miss the garage and the space we had enjoyed for so long.  This is true to some extent.  

But we concentrated on what we had to gain by the move; a smaller and more energy efficient house, less 'stuff' and not being tied to using the car every time we needed anything.  In Anniemay's words "to be able to walk to the shops/post office/nail bar".

In truth, I shall only really miss two things; my GP and our postman.  The rest I can cope with.

The tapas bar is clearly a favourite with the locals; people come in and greet the chef with hugs and handshakes. I ask him if we can just come in for a coffee sometime.  "Of course" he says.  I could  get use to this life. It's like being on a permanent 'City Break'.   I may end up becoming a local.