Just had nine days with Georgie. She flew out a week ago last Saturday. Flew back yesterday. All a bit sad because it's the first time she's been here without Sprocket. He really has left a big hole in our lives. One minute he was there, and the next he wasn't. Made us both realise that time is precious. Not just our time with the dogs, but with each other. Over the last dozen or so years we've been apart more than we've been together. And that's wrong. I felt the time was right to try and make some decisions about planning more of a life together instead of just drifting along as we are. And I think Georgie felt the same. Trouble is, we both find it incredibly difficult to make decisions. It'd be easy if we were rich. But we ain't. Still, at least we gave it a try.
One of the many things we decided was not to rush into replacing Sprocket. Another was not to rush into selling either this house or 'the barn' down Beaulieu-sur-Dordogne way, or both, and possibly moving back to the UK. The best way forward seemed to be slowly slowly. Maybe do a bit of work to this house (not expensive major stuff), then get a realistic idea of its value and then decide what to do. It was good talking about that because I sometimes forget its good points, such as location, view, originality, etc. Similarly the barn and ruin, which, despite their dilapidated state, are in a location which wins prizes. Overall, I think we decided to look on the bright side rather than think doom and gloom. Had a bit of a giggle because that's the way Sprocket would have done it. Maybe not so slowly slowly though!
Surprising how quickly those nine days passed. And it's always the same. Just as soon as we sort of get used to each other's company, it's time for Georgie to get packed and driven off to Limoges airport. Two hours there, and two hours back. We usually leave the dogs at home for the trip, but now that's Sprock's gone I've started taking Jock with me wherever I go, so as not to leave him on his own. Took him for a sunny stroll up the Lightning Tree area, which I've renamed Sprocket Hill, when we returned home. Stood admiring the view as the sun slowly dipped towards evening and asked myself would I rather be here or back in the UK? Daft question really, but one never knows what the future has in store.
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