There is only so much that I can find to say about the unenviable task that is helping one’s grandmother to sort through her possessions and get rid of them, either to the dump or to various charity shops. It was a sad necessity because none of the relatives have room enough in their houses to accommodate the books, least of all the large furniture that she won’t be taking with her. Downsizing is a terrible business. It has been a fairly long while since I spent a considerable amount of time alone in the company of my maternal grandmother, and for that reason the week was lovely albeit tinged with sadness. Now she is looking to find a new house where she has lots of friends still, which happens to be an area in which house prices have spiked recently, unlike sleepy Devon.
We are a bit concerned that no house will surface on the market that meets the criteria she has set but that is surely true of a lot of people looking to downsize. Ultimately she doesn’t really want to downsize at all (downsizing is an unenviable task at the best of times), but she has terrible knees and should be looking for a bungalow with easy access. I guess time will tell as to whether she listens to her own advice, or finds another ill suited but charming period home. Hopefully upon my return to the UK she will have found a new home, moved in and settled back down in the area where she feels most at home.