He’s not sleeping at all well. One night, almost no sleep, the next sleeping for about 10 hours ‘cos he’s so tired!

I put it down to the worry of getting everything sorted by 1st June and excitement at moving.

For, he’s certainly excited. You can tell.

Yesterday, as I mentioned, I paid the deposit and the agents fee. He came straight to my place after work and was so excited that I had paid the money.

“It will all be so tidy and organised,” he said.

I groaned, inwardly and silently.

Here will be the difference:

He will go in and stay up all night, if necessary, to put everything away and for everything to be perfect.

I will go in and, after a couple of hours of sorting things, I will have had enough. Plus, I prefer to “live” the place before deciding where to put everything.

“We can take the chest of drawers,” he said. Except he called it something else but I forget what. “Casettiera” in Italian – but that’s not what he said either. The chest of drawers belong to his old/existing landlady. It came to my flat because, by the time he had filled the flat with IKEA, white, fitted furniture, there wasn’t any room and, anyway, it looked out of place. It was always meant to be given back. Unfortunately, Piero did a bit of chewing on it, at the bottom.

She told him that she wouldn’t have anywhere to put it (as he’s leaving all the fitted furniture there) and she can’t fit it in her cellar. So, we are to keep it – at least for now.

“It will go in the entrance hall,” he suggests. “We can put the dogs’ leads and stuff in it.”

The advantages of him being able to go in there from the 1st June will be many. He will, for example, be able to organise his “Romy Schneider wall”. And, certainly, there will be one wall which will be exclusively Romy. I’m sure he will be doing this trick of hanging pictures on the floor again.

I don’t know where this wall will be but I suspect the lounge or the dining room.

I’m pretty certain that the majority of my pictures will be located in my room or stored away. But it’s OK. I don’t mind. As long as I still have them.

Once we get the keys, he will take the carpenter round there to see what he can do in the way of fitted cupboards so that everything can be put away and hidden. We really are so very different. Obviously, there will be some things out – but just specific pieces. Everything else will be away.

Bless him. I can see his excitement. And, then when I stop and think about it all, the trepidation returns.