Would-be letting agents are insulting me and our school is parading all that we shall miss. It is possible that I’m taking it all a bit personally.
The five year old has found her voice the same week that I’ve lost mine.
It is half term and we are putting Amsterdam before the most ruthless and unforgiving of juries; our children and my mother.
Or, why being a London Wanker is really really hard sometimes
Or, how the merry duck to tell the kids we’re moving countries.
Change is as good as a rest… right?