La la la la la!  Three weeks on from our emotional house move and home life has improved heaps.

The house itself seems to have accepted me and is now allowing me unimpeded access as opposed to its previous No Entry stance.

Inside, the box-to-floor-space ratio has decreased massively, so much so that we’ve even had some complimentary comments about our now-visible floorboards.

It’s taken us this long to unpack because – for the first time in about five years – we’re actually sorting through all of our boxes rather than just shoving them, contents intact, into any old place that’s big enough.

The amount of downsizing we’ve done is unbelievable; several local charity shops are bursting at the seams as are the nearest recycling bins.

But it’s been worth all the effort, as it really is a lovely house, and well on the way to becoming our new home sweet home.

However, this doesn’t mean that we’ve mentally discarded our former adored abode which we both still miss immensely.

So, imagine how chuffed we were to hear from our old landlords – who we’ve never met – earlier in the week, inviting us round for a glass of wine once they’ve settled back in.  How sweet is that?

Just need to make sure I keep my emotions under control when we go and not create a scene or scare them off.  Otherwise we’ll never get re-invited and I’ll be back to staring wistfully at the house from a (safe) distance…

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