Saturn Continuing Forwards

Everything chez Much Malarkey Manor has suddenly started moving forward in a very positive and pleasing manner. This is because Saturn, which has been traversing the skies backwards, is now going forwards.

'You see,' I said to Andy. 'Now Saturn is heading in the right direction, everything is coming together in a positive and pleasing manner.'
'You don't half believe in a load of tripe,' said Andy.
'It's true,' I said, muffling him with a cushion. 'In the last ten days, I've got an unexpected new job, Chris and Leane have got a flat, Heather has a job interview tomorrow after months in the post-graduate wilderness, and we've got a second viewing for the house.'

'It's all coincidence,' said Andy.
'It's Saturn,' I said.
'I don't care what kind of material it's made from,' said Andy, throwing the cushion back at me. 'You cannot explain the events of the last week or so by referring to the movement of planets. It's not scientific.'
'True,' I said. 'But it provided fodder for a good joke.'
'Really?' said Andy. 'You think that was a good joke?'
'I bet someone out there sniggered,' I said.

So anyway, Chris and Leane are on the tippy-toe edge of moving into their flat. This evening has been mentioned as a potential vacating the Manor day, or tomorrow, because it's Chris's day off. Yesterday, the carpets were fitted, a sofa, a washing machine, table and a cooker arrived via various sources, and more of their stuff was removed from our loft, which is starting to breath a sigh of relief.
And during dinner, Heather got a phone call from a well-known hotel chain who do a rather bizarre line in scrambled egg, asking her to attend an interview tomorrow for hotel receptionist. We did a lot of excited squealing and chattering about how good it would be to get a proper steady job at last, and I only choked a little bit on my mashed potato.

And the estate agent phoned to say that the couple who viewed the house on Saturday, who barely said a word, really loved the house and wanted to come back for a second viewing. Our selling agent, who is probably the most chatty, enthusiatic person I've come across in a long while, said they LOVED the location, LOVED the layout of the house, LOVED the fact it was a stone's throw from a massive park and a leisure centre, so fingers crossed that they LOVED it enough to put in an offer.

'So we could be moving house as well,' I said to Andy.

We've already found a house we want to move to. We put an offer in 2 months ago which has been accepted. I hope this house has been waiting for us. It feels like our house. It is a lovely Victorian cottage with open fires, but most importantly it has a MASSIVE, MASSIVE garden backing onto farmland. I don't want to say too much at this stage in case I jinx a potential house sale/purchase, but oooooooh! Are my fingers and toes crossed ever so tightly!

Of course, it's Murphy's Law that having accepted a teaching post in this town, it is possible we could be moving to another area of the county. But, I reason, the journey is manageable, and I shall be able to utilise the travelling time learning a new language, for example, or singing along to Abba. And when you're a teacher it's always better to be living away from the area you teach in, just so you can go shopping at the weekend without half the kids you teach shouting, 'Hallo, Miss!' at you when they spot you shopping in Boots for something potentially embarrassing. Or saying to you on Monday morning, 'Ere, Miss, I saw you in town on Saturday. Was that your husband with you, or sumfin, or nuffin', or sumfin'?' (And what you really want to reply is, 'No, it was Prince Philip.')

Taking one day at a time is good, I have decided. Having faith in the Universe, or the Planets, or whatever Higher Being you believe in (co-incidence, in Andy's case), is also good. It gives you something to hang on to when everything seems to be going wrong. Or backwards. Or not quite as you imagine Life ought to go.

So if you are finding yourself in one of Life's stickier moments, everything WILL be okay eventually. It will. And that there are many sticky things in Life that are even better for being sticky.

Like buns, for example. And sellotape.