Since I last posted we have finally moved! I write this from our new living room surrounded by all the detritus we thought it was a good idea to pack. (Why, why do I need a purple bag full of tennis balls that don't bounce? Obviously at some stage I thought I needed them so I can't possibly throw them out...)
We are coming to terms with all the hidden responsibilities (and costs) of home ownership. I'm so used to ringing the agent to tell them what's broken, faulty or defective and then waiting months for something (or nothing) to be done. Now we can get whatever we want done very quickly but wow... it's not cheap.
Forget being a doctor or a lawyer I'm hoping Trogdor will feel drawn to plumbing. Possibly a locksmith...
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Yay, a new post! :) I am totally intrigued by the purple bag with the tennis balls in it.
You are as silly as Nick and I- moving while preggers! Have fun unpacking while realising you can't pickup/bend down to unpack boxes very easily!
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