My mum once told me the answer to one of life's great questions: How do you eat an elephant? It is, as it happens, much easier than you think to eat an elephant. A little bit a time.
The trouble with that as a concept is knowing where to start and how much you can chew on and swallow to qualify as a 'little bit'.
It should be easy, no? Decide to move. Find a house to move to. Confirm that the local schools are good enough. Make sure there's a suitable way of getting from the house to the schools. And somewhere to buy bread and milk, get to a station, an airport, a main road, a cycle route, somewhere to walk the dog, somewhere the cats won't get run over the first time they stick a whisker out the front door. Find out if there's a cinema closer than a week away. Where will the kids ride their bikes/play in the park, meet up with their friends. More importantly, sleep!
I can already feel the arguments brewing, the shouting matches about 'my room', 'your room', yes, no, no way, not a snowball in hell's chance.....
Today is not a positive 'up' day. Today is a huge, insurmountable challenges day. They will come and go in turn. Hopefully when there's a big intrusive 'For Sale' board stuck outside our houses it will start to seem real and not a million more miles away than it already does.
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