New House

Saturday 25th October, 2008

I am in my new house - well, cottage acutally! It is lovely, and it has been newly decorated and looks so clean, until the dogs trash it! It is so peaceful here and I am sure Peter would have loved it to bits. I miss him so much, and although I get through the days well enough, I find the nights are the longest and loneliest of times.

Dylan and Archie have settled in well, and we have begun exploring the surrounding countryside. It is so beautiful here. The village is wonderful and I have some lovely neighbours. I am going to try and join in some of the activities here as I fear I am becoming a hermit who is often in bed by 8pm!

It is a tradition in some Derbyshire villages to make scarecrows, usually around festival times such as summer carnivals, Halloween, Bonfire Nights, etc. I decided to join in with this tradition and I made a witch to sit outside my cottage! I will post a picture when I have unpacked the photography equipment!

It will be nice here this Christmas as the village is festively decorated with lights and trees. I am going to have a tree outside the house, but I am not decorating the inside of my cottage as I don’t really want to celebrate Christmas this year - it will be the first Christmas without my Peter. I shall put up cards, but the other stuff shall remained packed.

It has been six months since I lost Peter. I cannot believe how time flies. At the beginning of October I was really poorly with my depression and seemed to be grieving more. Like I said, the days are okay, but the nights are so long. I have been sick with worry about day to day stuff and sometimes found myself on the settee and not going to bed to sleep, but cuddled up with the dogs. It was comforting just to feel the warmth of Dylan’s body and his companionship so readily given. Dylan is such a good dog.

One thing that has annoyed me is my panic over silly things. I was in B&Q buying paint for the cottage when I started to worry about the breadmaker. I had left it on to bake bread and had to rush home to check everything was all right because I had convinced myself the cottage was going to burn down and the dogs would die a horrible death. It’s a wonder I didn’t crash the car in my rush to get home!

Silly, but that is the problem I have. These past few weeks have been better and now I am feeling more settled albeit a little lost - which is only expected when moving home. It’s nice to have my family around me, and they have all been so supportive. Thanks guys!