Having friends round for impromptu food, watching the children play on the wooden play equipment that was here when we moved in. All these things I will miss. I ache to take "Chester" the cat with us. But alas, he too isn't ours. He's just a regular visitor. And it makes me very sad that the Prince won't remember his happy days here.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, the packing has commenced. Here I am tired, frizzy haired, sporting my own design in run mascara, stressed, a little shouty with the children for unpacking what I've packed. Not my finest hour.
But two weeks today, we will have left this leafy village, where every one knows everyone. It's bordering on incestuous but whilst it drove me mad, I bet I shall miss it when I don't know a single soul.
So here is an update on the past week in pictures:
|Living in a box|
|The husband is tackling the Prince's room|
|Which led to me counting my cherry tree stash of ladybird books!|
|121 books in total!!!|
|Which were your favourites?|
|Gotta love vintage Smoke and Fluff....|
|Hmm, someone should ALWAYS eat this way...|
The husband reached the ripe old age of 39. I remember whisking him off to New York for his 23rd. Magical. This year he worked and I wished we were back in NYC snogging and skating,
It was only a matter of time with journalists as parents that the Prince found his perfect reading material:
He then took it upon himself to read a bedtime story to his eight year old sister.
Then yesterday we went back to the place that will be our home in two weeks time:
I wore my cosy red cherry tree coat. My lovely nanny (who died nearly two years ago) bought it from Help the Aged (originally Debenhams) and never wore it. I think of her every time I put it on.
|Cherry tree coat £10. Cherry tree bag £2.50.|
|At the park on the beach|
Hoping tomorrow is just as glorious weather wise so we can sneak out for a walk and a break from packing.