In a few weeks I must flit.
To flit – move house or leave one’s home, typically secretly so as to escape creditors or obligations. Northern English.
My next home is rather small. I have to face the heartache of disposing of at least half of the “stuff” I’ve accumulated over the last thirty-five years. I will start chucking out and packing what survives the cull tomorrow. I should be able to continue posting a Filey photo each day but must put the family history to one side for a while.
If the blog “goes dark” for a few days, I’ll play catch-up when settled in my new home office.
It is very likely that this change of life will result in the blog shifting focus in some way. I’m not planning anything in particular but adapting to a “new normal” is something everyone is faced with now.
It is not all gloom and doom. If you have recently lost your business or job to Covid, there are opportunities being offered by MHRA (The Medicines and Healthcare products Regulatory Agency). Protecting health and improving lives is booming, it seems. Access your inner boffin – you may be able to answer the following desperate call…
The emphasis has been added by UKC News (first segment in yesterday’s bulletin). This is a UK “government” request hiding behind an EU flag. Good luck, everyone.