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Taking Responsibility

We have finally finished emptying Bebe's flat. 
The keys have been handed in, the sale is going through - we've met with the estate agent, the solicitor, the new owner & said goodbye.
Bebe was never into clutter, her home was always spotless & free of stuff, but when it came to clearing it out - it was still hard work!

This is another reason why for us it is increasingly important to free ourselves of our own stuff... The thought of leaving all of it behind for the kidlets to sort out in years to come feels selfish, especially knowing what a nightmare it has been for us. No parent wants to become a burden to their kids, but it happens. We plan on leaving very little in the way of possessions, so when the end comes - the clear out will be a breeze!

At least Bebe is still alive...
 Many middle aged kids are left with property to clear & not only is it difficult to organise around their own family & work, but they are dealing with their grief too. 

Caring for Bebe over the last 10 years has been a real hard slog, especially for Sime - being her only child has been tough. All the phone calls, the meetings, appointments, care packages & the care - all of it has needed hours & hours of mainly Sime's time & patience. Bebe is very lucky.

We closed the door on a flat which has been in the family for over 50 years, the income from the sale will just about cover 2 years of care & when it runs out... Who knows? 

For now, she is safe & we are free to get on with our lives. 


Which is why we spiced up our road trip to Stoke. 
After stopping overnight to see Dr John from New Orleans perform in Bristol & catching up with Sal, Ryan & friends from Canada, we decided to avoid the motorway & just see what happened... 
We came across a jumbo jet graveyard, an overgrown Roman amphitheatre, a fantastic Roman villa with mosaic flooring & we ate curry in the Venice of the Cotswolds. We stayed in a small studio outside of Stoke for a change, so we could make our own food - it was perfect!
On the way home, we breakfasted on Staffordshire oatcakes in Hanchurch hills, had a lunch of spinach bhajis & vegetable samosas in Ludlow, pizza for dinner in Monmouth & finished off with a soya milk hot chocolate in Exeter... Great fun!  

Kay & Sime
xx
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