Moving hell

Moving hell

We’ve just moved from Oxford to Dorset, and it’s been utter hell.  In our first week by the seaside we’ve had a gas leak, a power cut and no sign of broadband any time soon. We’ve got no curtains, no lampshades, no TV and, until yesterday, no fridge. Worst of all, my son’s beloved bike fell off the car roof as we drove out of Corfe Castle at 40mph (at least no one was hurt) and it didn’t come off well. To put it bluntly, his trusty bike, which has taken him up blistering Mont Ventoux and from London to Paris in 24 hours, was a complete write-off.

I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t coped well with any of this. Every couple of hours I turn to my children and wail “why...

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