Thursday, 7 August 2008
It's taken me 8 months to clear Mum's old apartment.
I live 5 hours away by car and I'm usually too exhausted to drive down at the weekend. Those weekends I could spare I've usually visited Mum in her new place rather than get on with this job.
But now it's done. All I have to do is call a handyman to come and touch-up some woodwork in the bathroom, replace the stained carpet there, get the place professionally cleaned, and then I can put it on the market.
Mum was living in this flat for 6 years but you wouldn't know it. She refused to have pictures on the walls, preferring to stack family portraits beside the boiler in the hall cupboard. Maybe she found blank walls soothing. Maybe they mirrored the growing blankness within.
6 years ago, I can remember being annoyed by what seemed Mum's meekness, her wish not to disrupt the authority of the plasterwork. Now I'm grateful that I don't have to have the place redecorated for sale.
Thanks for making it easier for me, Mum.