Boxes, boxes, boxes

A roast dinner sounded like such a good option for our last Sunday in the house... Great idea until this morning when I realised that we had celebrated by drinking all of the alcohol left in the house and staying up way too late... Tomorrow the van comes and we leave our lovely home to move into my parents spare room. I have to pack the entire house up in preparation for loading it onto the van and i feel like I want to vomit. Will I ever learn..?!?! There is some self preservation involved to some degree though- at least with the hangover I don't have to feel the pangs of grief at leaving my home and community. It'll hit properly when I have time to take a breath, I am sure. 

A friend dropped round today with lunch and a bottle of champagne so it wasn't all bad. Contracts exchanged last week and we will complete on Thursday... then the real planning can commence. We have decided not to buy or book anything until we complete just in case something happens and it all falls through as we might not have time to put it on the market again before we plan to leave in October. 

I had a meeting with the children's teachers last week to ask about settling in to the next school year. A will be going to start in Juniors and F will be starting Year 1 but is having his class mixed up. I was worried that if we leave at the end of September after settling in it would be stressful-  that maybe we should use the end of term as the natural break and start to embed good home learning habits before we hit the road. The teachers agreed and so they finish school this week! The weight of responsibility is heavy on our shoulders, but it is a step we need to take if we want to travel far and wide. First thing's first though, we need to move out.

Watch my back, I'm going in. 

 The Sunday roast descended into chaos as I let the children loose with the facepaint.  

The Sunday roast descended into chaos as I let the children loose with the facepaint.  

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