There are plans of the house.

And, by “plans”, I mean many, many plans. Each one is an opportunity for him to draw on where things will go, how it is to be organised.

We have quotations coming in for different things. The kitchen, the wardrobes, the bed base, the doors required for my “studio”, the cupboard for shoes (which will, apparently hold 40 pairs of shoes which are, apparently, to be put away in boxes and then put away in the cupboard), the cupboard for the entrance hall (to hold things like coats we wear regularly (e.g. for walking the dogs)), the units for the lounge and dining room, etc., etc.

He’s looking online to buy the furniture from IKEA (e.g. the units to hold the CDs and DVDs). He found out he can save a lot of money by having a matt finish to the doors (which is good).

Some things are already ordered or in progress, some things not.

Lots of things being done and still, lots of things to do.

But a rather strange thing happened, yesterday. I say “happened” when, in fact, it was all in my head.

I knew that F was going to my house and that he was going a bit earlier to take the dogs out before my lesson. Obviously, he was going to my house – he lives there now!

But the strange thing was that I kept thinking of finding some parking around the new house – as if we were already living in the new flat (which is, anyway, near to my current flat and I reach it just before I reach home). I had to keep “telling” myself that I had to continue to drive on, past the new flat. I would find myself thinking about where I would park and then realise that I was thinking about where I could park somewhere near the new flat!

And I would think about arriving home – in the new flat, with all the furniture in already!

It was all slightly weird and unexpected.

But, hopefully, soon, it will be as it is in my head