Every day is really dragging

Thurs 22 August. Dropped in the keys to the estate agent last night
so it's all systems go on that front. They said it'll go in no time.
We'll see. It's a weird feeling to think of people poking around my
flat when I'm not there, but I guess it's got to be done. I think one
of the worst things about it is that I'm becoming housework obsessed. I
could be like this for the duration of the sale, always ready for a
visitor at short notice. Maybe I'll stay housework obsessed forever,
but I doubt it.

The weekend still seems too far away with two whole boring days of work
to go until then. Just staying in, chilling out tonight. It would be
nice if Rug came over tomorrow, but I have a feeling he'll leave it
till Saturday morning. That means two more nights without him. Roll on
Saturday.

My father apparently is going out on his own today and taking his
camera. My mother thinks this is an improvement in his behaviour. The
fact that none of us know where he's going worries me. She's gone to
Reading for the day to see a friend. I warned her they are starting to
live separate lives. I am trying not to get too involved as I will get
upset.