Because we didn't think we had quite enough on our plate at present, Vanessa and I thought now would be the perfect time to put our house on the market.
The "For Sale" sign was screwed on to our front wall yesterday afternoon (we're already taking bets on how it will be before a "witty" chav pulls it down).
The reason for our big decision is simple; it won't be too long until Charlotte moves into the nursery, meaning we'll have to evict Jamie and put him in what is currently the spare room.
And we need a spare room, otherwise Wee John and other assorted visiting Ulster folk will have nowhere nice to sleep.
How long it will be before it's sold is anyone's guess. Plus, we obviously have to locate a new home of our own.
But, as they say, a change is as good as a rest (and a rest would be really, really good).