On Hold...Holding On!!!

It has been some time since I wrote here...if one can play down OVER A YEAR as just that...and if I'm honest...am I ever anything but I ask myself...but I digress...nothing much and EVERYTHING has happened!!!

After selling said flat I lost the one I was after...attempted at two others but was thwarted by first a low budget supermarket and then low ceilings...explanations too tedious to divulge! Have been squatting with my sister for OVER A YEAR...committed to a job...NOT the EA role I was promising myself and...

...on property number four...whoever said third time lucky LIED!!! Anyways...it suits my purpose, needing a COMPLETE overhaul, alas it has been OVER A YEAR and in that time I have managed to accumulate a number of items...namely artwork, crockery and cutlery, a toilet and floor standing basin, both of which reside in my sister's hallway. Not to mention the items still in the stores, partially paid for...beds...sofas...a chaise lounge for crying out loud!!! But again I digress...

The point of this entry is to admit to myself that my repatriation is OH HOLD for the foreseeable future...at least until I have secured somewhere to live on this side of the pond. To that end...introducing Blog No. 2...Mendi's Grandé Designs which should keep me occupied for some time to come!!!

I Googled Myself...

...well...its not as pretentious as it sounds...I was actually googling someone else and then I got to thinking what would come up if I googled me and what came up? Eyes left...Devourer Of Men indeed...if only!!!

Could be the slight inflection: MessaLINA versus MessaLANA...what a difference an A makes!!!

For Sale...no longer

By Jove...I've done it...exactly one year after placing on the market I have received an offer, which I was relieved to accept and now I have to vacate the premises in six weeks!!!

I am experiencing feelings of displacement... after all...I have been here 13 years...can say I grew up here...well...not really as I was ever so grown up in the first place!!!

But I digress...I have found a property to buy! WHAT? Is this not called the repatriation of what's her name? Yes! but we are now on to Plan B as we have accepted a permanent job...so we need somewhere to live!!! AND the new place is fab...HUGE and opposite a park...only thing...there has been no decoration since 1973, and although this suits my purpose perfectly, it will be weeks (9) before I can move in. It needs to be stripped bare, not to mention the knocking down of the odd wall or two...WATCH THIS SPACE!!!

Old Hag Syndrome...

Not the kind that has you waking unable to breathe...an oppressive weight on your chest and the sense of an evil presence in the room...NO!!!

I'm talking the groaning every time you rise, the involuntary slips of things your Granny used to say...the effort to exercise... socialize...actualize...the constant diatribe about the weather...forgetting what you were saying before you finish the sentence...wanting to write a letter about EVERYTHING and not being asked to do much...are these the times regrets are made of???

Well actually...I need to find him...apparently!!!

This was brought to my attention last week by a man on the bus...he sat next to me for a good portion of my journey, quietly reading his bible...me quietly reading a juicy novel...he turns to me at Denmark Hill and ask whether I am a christian. Somewhat taken aback, I replied that although I believe I was not affiliated to a church.

He then went on to extoll the virtues of visiting such a place, not to mention the many benefits. The thing is, after listening to him, most of what he said made sense. Nearing his destination he gave me a pen and asked me to write my telephone number, I did this without

a second thought...he called and we have since had many interesting conversations...hoodwinked...you think???

Is it just me???

I was disturbed last evening by
a hullabaloo...now...living next door to a bunch of care in the community I usually let these
things slide, but, I looked...
and yep...wish I hadn't...there
was a man standing there having
a very loud conversation with the pavement...now I ask you
...are they closing in or what???

...not so much as confused...

Does NO! suddenly mean yes??? One of my viewees (the rather timid-looking one) has become a stalker. To date he has had three different branches of the estate agents call me, all to highlight his "seriousness" in my flat. The last call was today, when he asked them to reiterate that although he could not up his offer any further than originally...offers that were rejected THREE TIMES...he was still very keen that his offer be reconsidered. A woman of so few words...I said NO...AGAIN!!!