A twenty dollar hooker couldn’t have thigh muscles this sore. We’ve moved from a second floor flat to a second floor flat and the experience has been exhausting. (In America, that’s third floor to third floor.)
All is well now and we’ve just finished a bottle of bubbly to celebrate our first night without occupying two addresses. Belongings are beginning to find places here in the new walls and Neil and I both feel like this is home.
Life is good. Regular blogging to commence soon.