It’s funny but the more we box up the more I realise I don’t actually need all that “stuff” that just seems to clutter our lives. Yet when it’s lying there I cannot imagine being without that peaked cap we bought in Italy that says “Italia” in big bold letters across the front. Despite the fact I have never been bold enough to wear it in public, I might just want to one day. I could say the same about so many things: The Gaggia coffee machine that, like everything Italian, looks fabulous but never worked properly, the dab clock radio with a menu so complicated that if my life depended on it I couldn’t program a radio station. Don’t get me started on the mandolin that someone gave me…

It’s only because we are about to leave for so long that we have had to de-clutter, and it’s very liberating and I wish we had done it sooner. Various articles and books extoll the virtues of de-cluttering and downsizing and like so many self help mantras they are put off for another day but now that we are in the process I am getting a taste for it.

The boys have found it harder to part with their Playmobil, Lego and guns and stuff that they never play with anymore but we have managed to sneak things out although there will be hell to pay when they realise. As they seem to grow out of clothes every couple of days getting rid of clothing was easier than expected, I wish I could say the same for me! Although I drew the line at the 80’s camel overcoat, I have noticed it’s only when something is gone that you’ll admit it looked bloody awful on you, is that a bloke thing?

So onwards and upwards to a newer, lighter and less encumbered life.

Oh dear

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You have got to be kidding. How is it possible that the three times I have now tried to get our Indian visas I have been sent away with a new list of requirements?!?!

So today’s went something like this:

Officious man behind impressive desk with way too shiny a head

“You can’t apply for a visa more than two months before you want to travel to India”

Me, now losing the will to live

“I know but I was told I could because we are travelling from June 27th”

“You will need to apply in august” he said, completely ignoring what I had just said

“We can’t apply in august as we are leaving at the end of….(slight pause for emphasis)…June”

“Can’t you come back in August?”

“No….we can’t….as….” And it just trailed off as his eyes glazed over and then repeated

“You will need to apply in August”

“Someone said we might be able to add a covering letter explaining how we are leaving London for good at the end of June and therefore can’t be back for August, is this correct?” I said.

“Yes, you can do that” he said matter of factly

At which point I wanted to lean across his rather too large desk and slap him on the head.

So with another list of things that need signing and counter signing I left and scootered home in the rain, which somehow was a perfect reflection of my mood. It will be worth it in the end, I think.

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