End of an era

We've finally exchanged on our new house. It goes without saying that this is a good thing.

We complete next Tuesday (14th August) and our possessions will be shovelled into the house next Friday (17th August), leaving us with a couple of days to paint Astrid's room the desired shade of purple and to put up some curtains.

So the saga is nearly at an end. Just to recap, we put our Bristol house on the market back on 5th February, we moved in with my in-laws in Lancashire on 25th March, we exchanged contracts on it on 27th April (oh, how we thought we'd had the worst of it by then - ha!) and here we are, finally, on the precipice on moving into our new house. I'm not sure where that stands in the pantheon on protracted house moves but, in the interests of understatement, I'll just clarify that I'm glad it's drawing to a close.

And this momentous occasion coincides neatly with our fifth anniversary. Tradition deems wood an appropriate gift for this anniversary (snicker, snicker) but you'll be pleased to know I opted for the flowers gag. We're also off to The Dining Room in Rawtenstall tonight which, if you're ever in the Vale of Bacup, I'd heartily recommend visiting - it's a peach.

To celebrate all this excellent news with you, I'm going to link a video of Astrid from back in March that has consistently entertained me ever since. Apologies for it's rotational issues - my video manipulation software didn't recognise the format so you'll just have to twist your necks. In fairness, it's the sound that is most amusing as a tired Astrid descends into a stream of consciousness listing of everything she can see.




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I think we can definitely file this post under "one for people who know me only".