Trusting in ... something?

I worked another morning in the office today, it's nice having fixed days so I know what I'm doing and when.  Up til now it has been a bit 'if and when' regarding leaving the (albeit chilly) cocoon of my sitting room and venturing to the office. 

This morning I firstly spent an hour with the boss going through some software questions and discussing some issues; I really enjoy that sort of thing, it often gives the brain a good mental workout!  Then we had an office meeting to explain the new software to everyone. I think it was a bit information overload for them, my job is now to translate the long-winded technical into everyday language and practical solutions for 'my' 3 staff members who will be using it.  And then trusting them, which anyone who has been a manager will know is not as easy as it sounds!

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News on the house front. I didn't want to count chickens / tempt fate when I wrote the other day, but Mr H viewed a house yesterday and put down a deposit on it today.  It's the end of a row of three estate cottages and looks like it has character, and will be much more a 'home from home' as it's an older property. 

The rent is almost 20% cheaper a month, plus it has two open fireplaces, and a small garden to keep logs and canoes, and for a Django when he is there of course!   He should be taking possession on 1st Feb, which is 2 days before I next visit, so that will be pretty exciting.  I'm not sure I'll be able to help carry the fridge-freezer just yet though....  (Although judging by some of the probably-not-recommended things I've been doing recently I wouldn't put it past me. I'm not going to tell you about them because you'd probably give me a good scolding.)

What is the significance of the staircase, I hear you wonder?  well just that - it HAS one ie. it is a house not a flat/apartment.  That is definitely a plus point for me. Somehow it doesn't feel the same when you don't go upstairs to bed?

I haven't even got to the original reason for this post's title yet... what I wanted to say was that for the last few days I've been thinking that I mustn't tempt fate or be too optimistic, and what if that house is no good, or someone else gets it first. But actually I think back and everything so far has just fallen into place so I really shouldn't worry.  For instance Mr H getting the job he did; finding somewhere really nice to live initially even when living 450 miles away; even things relating to the crash (ignoring the fact that it happened at all).  For instance if it had been him with the broken leg we'd be in dire financial straits by now.  

I've always thought of myself as a bit of a pessimist, and still I do tend to think of all the things that could go wrong, especially if they involve my loved ones.

But the last few months I have come back much more often to thinking "It'll be ok".