This is our last night in this flat. It's been an eventful five (six?) years, two became three then two became one then three became four. And tomorrow twelve becomes nine. I'll be sorry to leave this flat (although not the increasingly heavy-footed neighbours) but am looking forward to our new grown-up house with the huge garden.
I'm alone in the living room this evening, surrounded by cardboard boxes. Holly's asleep of course, and Helen has gone to bed with Louis, who is having a bad night. Not the ideal preparation for moving day, but we'll get there.
I fully expect BT to take considerably longer than the projected 5 days to get the broadband up and running at the new place, so this may be our last post for a while. Wish us luck...
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