...you think I've died of stress or over-excitement mingled with terror in case It All Goes Wrong Again, this is what's on the agenda for this week.
Tomorrow: Nothing much until it's time to don thermals and winter coats for our 4th and final archery for beginners class. Gales permitting.
Wednesday: Very early flight to Bristol and 50 miles beyond for house-viewing; late flight home. Gales and Icelandic volcano permitting.
Thursday: Cleaning and primping-up of house for young buyer and his mum to look round. Hopefully the last viewing I will ever have to conduct. Before they arrive, the surveyor will have been round too. Fingers crossed that he doesn't spot anything that I've missed in the constant round of home maintenance.
Friday: Small dog to vet to have two stitches out from her little operation last week to remove various lumps, one of which, at the side of her neck, kept getting knocked and injured. Chances are that she'll bite the vet - she who has never bitten anyone but him.
Saturday: Nothing. Nothing at all. No-o-o-o-othing planned. At all.
Oh all right then, maybe I'll write a little post about my house-viewing trip to Somerset....