Sunday, final Sunday

The above might look like a normal Sunday in our house - living room a mess, Charlotte being nosy, Jamie having a read on the bog - and it was.  But it will also be the last.

Because this time next week we'll be spending our third day in our new home.

The packing is progressing - I'm a little behind everyone else - but we will be ready on or about 8.15 on Friday morning when the removal van is due to pull up.

I'm a great man for marking occasions with food and drink, and today was no exception.

So a roast chicken dinner it had to be.

Sadly, it wasn't as good as it sounds; I was cheffing and the potatoes were shit.