Monday

The apartment is more or less empty now- all the better for cleaning it! Fun! There's no tv and chris and I are tv fans so we will be bored!! We have two evenings out for dinner planned and the following we fly out so all is well.

My mum helped out majorly today being around when the packers were getting together all our stuff for shipping. Janet did too.

The stress is insurmountable, will they accidentally pack our passports, will they break something. I am ignoring proper grammar for the sake of tempting fate with the afore questions by not affixing a question mark to them lest i might get an answer.
They are only possessions. The TV feels more like a basic human right right now though. Oh to watch a programme I never watch. I can imagine this is what it will be like when I am over in Malta- myself lamenting over the loss of things like The Queen and cups of tea. Both of which I have never cared for much.

What will it be to be Maltese, I have only ever known to be British. Will i develop an accent? Will i love the place so much I become Maltese and spend my retiring days there. That is the beauty of life, we never do know what is going to happen, 6 months ago, Chris and I would not have forseen this diversion. Nor would we have forseen the silly petty arguments we have at the moment, being a stable couple of 11 years who more or less grew out of the teenage part of our relationship- the rebellious, argumentative part! Ah well, stress has such an effect. I wish it had the effect of quelling my appetite but alas it is the opposite!

I am excited, I am also bored, of waiting. I am not very patient. I also am dreading the clean up that comes prior to leaving a property, which brings me back to the flat. I am sitting on the sofa, sounds echo since there is nothing to absorb it, I hear every whirr of the fridge. It is cold, it is hollow, I realise I did have an attachment to this place, seeing it bare I feel a tag at the heart, a certain fondness. Again this is perhaps another last minute nerve which has caused me to sentimentalise (have I made up this word? I like it!) about the things I never realised I liked or in fact never did.

Excitement looms. There is not long left and we shall be in the land of 31 degrees, of limestone buildings and the place I am excused of eating as many Maltesers as I want!