It seems that I have been away such a long time - much of it thanks to BT who connected my telephone the same day that I moved but didn't connect my broadband for a fortnight so I have been champing at the bit.
The good side is that I am almost straight. All boxes are unpacked. I have had two rooms redecorated. Quite a lot of electrical work has been done. A new shower and patio doors have been installed. Yesterday a new carpet was laid in the dining room (which was previously a bedroom) and it is now down to buying one new set of curtains for the patio doors and then I am completely finished and it is home sweet home.
Tess and I are settling in well. This is a very friendly road and I already know quite a few people in it. They, plus some I had not met before, have called in to welcome me and already I feel at home here and know I have made the right decision. Tess misses the fields of course and the fact that she cannot be let off the leash because she has absolutely no road sense. As I write this she is laid at my feet. I try to take her for three walks a day. Today I have only managed two as I had to go to see the specialist at the hospital early this morning but sometimes in the evening a friend calls to take her for a walk, so there is time yet.
I am finding gas quite scary - I have gas central heating and a gas hob; ovens are electric and after twenty five years with an Aga it is daunting, but I must get down to tackling it before Christmas.
The world has not changed in the three weeks I have been away. Everything is just as it was and I have slotted back in. Within a week I shall have forgotten I have ever been away.
The bungalow holds no memories of the farmer. I have our wedding photograph in a prominent place. I love the look of optimism on his face and I know that he would not have settled here. He would have been back at the farm helping out at every opportunity. Quiet retirement in a bungalow was never on his agenda. So he rests in peace in the fields he loved.