What a difference a week makes.

Last week I was browsing salopettes, in line to purchase a studio apartment on a Canary island, and ready to switch my mini for a left hand drive clone…..

This week, and I doubt you’ll be surprised, we’re entirely on the case with project Move Back.  Within 48hrs of job offer a flat had been located (thank you, sibling!), a man and van booked to transport stuff – including two cats – to the City, flight (one way, yikes) paid for, and adios parties starting to fill the June diary.

It hasn’t been without hiccups; man and van hasn’t been able to get on the shuttle and ferries only leave Tenerife two days a week, so the cats will be in transit for five days.  Subsequent open question around how much they are going to eat and poo in that time.  I was originally hoping to get them in a crate together, but my little old lady cat is vicious towards wild cat when they are in proximity (I tested), so separate crates it is.  I failed referencing for the flat due to my lack of proof of address for my year in Tenerife, so have had to pay upfront…..  tbc whether this is also an issue for job referencing, quite literally the only formal letter I have received in my year here was from the vet after I had wild cat microchipped.

What am I excited about upon my return to London?
– alpro soya yoghurt
– gf soy sauce
– running on flat
– ad hoc pub lunch plans
– sensibly priced toiletries
– squirrels instead of cockroaches as my pest of choice
– regular buses

What will I miss?
– living by the sea
– the lifestyle
– the weather
– never having to wear tights and heels
– ridiculously cheap cava

What am I most uncertain about?
– being a City person again
– persuading wild cat that the UK isn’t terrible; not going to be assisted by the five days in a van to get her there.

This is happening.