After a week of moving boxes, furniture, an unhappy Cat and the remaining tat we’ve accumulated that hasn’t fallen victim to the life laundry (yet) by the 30th March we were finally ready to spend the first night in our new home. We still have tenancy of the rental until the end of April so we had the luxury of being able to move at a slightly less panicked pace than normal. We’ve settled in quickly, it feels like home already. We were still surrounded by boxes and chaos but we were in and ready to sit back, put our feet up, pour a glass of something cold, French and fizzy and celebrate being homeowners. (I’m still not sure about the armchair – but it can stay – for the moment).
The ineviatble pain that goes with keeping an outdoor cat in for as long as you can cope with after moving house began.