First and third Monday afternoons means Ukulele Class - six of us in the class and an hour's really hard work. I practise the bits at home - playing and singing (no you would definitely not like to hear them) but when I get to the class and have to play them up to speed I tend to panic and miss quite a bit of the strumming out. Still I am determined to get better.
Then after tea there will be one more box to pack.
I make myself pack two boxes a day. The house is now full of boxes (very unsettling) but |I just cannot leave it all until the last minute - I am too old to spend the whole day doing it and two a day suits me fine. It is very unsettling seeing all the boxes packed and stacked against the walls - after all, this is the longest I have ever lived in one place (twenty four years) and it will be hard to leave a place where I have been so happy with my beloved farmer.
Off now to make my sandwiches and sit down with them and a cup of tea to watch the antiques programme.