Christmas jollies?

           Or, does that mean something else? So many things have changed meanings today. I hope it's not something rude. Ha ha . So, here I am then home just before Christmas. On a weekend, jet lagged, and nothing done for the big day. Will I even bother? Not even completely unpacked yet. Still little piles of stuff to find a home for, if I can remember where things live. Which is proving somewhat harder than I remember. I have stayed in so many different places over the last few months, that home seems, OK, still home, but very small. I don't see how I used to live here comfortably. Why does England have such tiny rooms?

             In New Zealand, and Australia, the houses are so much larger, in every way. Overall sizes, room dimensions, even storage is more generous there. It's proving quite hard to get my head around how full the cupboards are here, and all the crazy, inventive ways I have things stacked, in order to fit more in. From glasses, to furniture, and clothes. How the furniture dominates the rooms, squeezed in every available space, so that I must walk sideways around it all. Was this really my home before, was I happy here. Helppppp, I'm just so squashed, and I don't like it at all.  I want to run away, but where to?

            What's the solution? Do I move, and if so, how? I've already looked, and can't see anything in my price bracket, to rent. Not even in neighbourhoods much worse than this one, or miles away. Or, do I try to buy, and all that entails. Not even if I bite the bullet,  and up what I pay, can I find anything substantially larger. European homes, em, English homes, are small.....small.....small, end of story. Too many people on a small island perhaps. Someone said, not long ago,,,,,"if they let any more people come to live in England ( the UK) its going to SINK. I think I already have...

           O Gawd, I don't know. I feel Silly season coming on. I could take a Car, and ferry to France, and stay where I end up. At least it would be warmer, the food is better too. My muse could be waiting..

           Or, I could rent a beach hut somewhere...warm again. Just to write, and drink...alcohol, lots of lovely, tasty alcohol, leave all my stuff behind. Now there's a thought!

          Maybe a hotel somewhere. Minimal packing, then sit back and let the universe provide sustenance  of all kinds...that could work.

           Am I brave enough. Well, I guess I just answered that one, by asking the question. For the minute, guess  I'm not !

           Perhaps I will get a few sacks, and throw everything away I didn't need during the past few months. Keeping the things I missed...very little!

            Oh..out of ideas now. All I can do, is put up the thought for a bigger, more comfortable place t live.  At the right price, in the right location, very simple, and easy. Then wait for the opportunity to show itself. Or, is it the opportunities to show themselves...

           Still, tomorrow is another day. I did forget to do the lotto though. Although I DONT  NEED IT! I have an abundance of all good things.

           Lots of good stuff coming my way. Watch this space...