Yes, I am still alive, have not dropped off the earth, or drowned in a sea of morning sickness (although I did come close on that one...)
I've been mostly running around swearing about estate agents, solicitors, house sellers and house buyers. This culminated in a phone call from our solicitors yesterday asking if we would like to move house on Monday. In 6 days time. We're not even exchanged contracts yet, never mind booked a removal firm or started packing...anyway, we said yes. It's insane, but it has to be done.
So, my life currently resembles the opening scene of Four Weddings and a Funeral - everyone running around saying 'fuck' a lot; although I'm just hoping that if my toddler repeats what he heard a few times yesterday, people will kindly pretend to believe that we were baking 'Fairycakes'
Will be back to rebuild this now sorry excuse for a blog at some point when the dust has settled.
In the meantime, I will be living in a caravan, reading a lot and trying to get some rest!
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
6 days and counting...
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3 comments:
I'd like to tell you caravan living is fun but I just don't know having never experienced it myself.
I'll leave you with words of wisdom: "Remember, a Jedi's strength flows from the Force. But beware. Anger, fear, aggression. The dark side are they. Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny."
May the force be with you!
Oh Gawd, that sounds like exactly what you DON'T need. Good luck with the move and don't be lifting anything too heavy. This is one of those occasions where you explout being pregnant for all it's worth. Good to hear that otherwise all is well.
I know CPR if you need it!
Hope to see you soon!
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