It’ll come as no surprise to learn that it’s been an odd week since we moved out; we’re living in the van so it feels like we should be on holiday, but we’re still working, all-be-it for a short while. Very strange.
It’s been a good week though, Richard and Jill’s wedding was fantastic.
We took Dave’s sister Anne and her son Ben with us and they stayed in the west wing (ie. the make up bed at the back of the van) over night while we were parked outside cousin Phillipa’s house. We all piled into the house for breakfast and then made our way back to Lincolnshire via Chesterfield.
Moving house is supposed to be one of the most stressful and traumatic things you can do. We wouldn’t know, we’ve never really done it properly. When we moved into number three we had a month’s overlap from the cottage we were renting and when we moved out we sold or gave away 90% of our stuff and drove off. We’ve quite enjoyed the whole thing. We particularly enjoyed Sunday night; we went out for an Indian with our neighbours (ex neighbours), John, Jenny, Adam, Jim & Cathy, and their new neighbours Pete, Michelle & Joe.
There are still 5 ½ things on the last list, but Dave’s new hobby seems to be ‘reading a book on a sun-lounger’. Hmmm.