Apparently, I just pull the door to and drop the keys through the letter box. The agency has a spare set and will let themselves in.
I’ve been told that there’s a charge for leaving the place unhoovered. But I’ll happily pay it. I’m not about to get down on my hands and knees and mop the floor, or clean the fridge out. I haven’t got the strength.
I’ve decided not to mention the severed TV cable. I’m sure when someone notices it they’ll get in touch. My only other concern is that I now have two cars in the car park and tend not to drive more than one at a time. I was tempted to ring up dear old Ginny and ask her if she fancied jumping on a train and driving one of them back for me. We could head back to town in our own little convoy. But I’d much rather just turn up on her doorstep and surprise her. I’ll decide which one to drive back when I see them. And maybe come and get the other one later on.
Of course, I could just leave the other one up here full-time, and have it as my north Norfolk runabout. For when I visit. I might yet buy myself a little shack. Who knows. Like pretty much everything else these days it’s still too early to say.
I shall just get through this week. Then the next one. And see how things look from there.