It’s exactly two months since we moved to Dorset and the chaos continues.
There are still boxes to unpack, change of address cards to send, curtains to make (not by me – I’m the most cack-handed person ever) and pictures to hang.
I’m slightly worried that if I don’t crack it all by Christmas then I never will. I’ll be so used to clambering over boxes, wearing clothes that have been strewn across the sofa and negotiating lamps, files and books on my way upstairs that I won’t even notice.
But in amongst the bedlam I’ve found a few things that have made moving to a new part of...