It’s been another crazy and hectic week. I’m not going to lie – it’s been tough. Our house sale fell through so despite the fact that we had already upped and moved 300 miles to Lincolnshire, money dictates that we move back to Devon – and so on Friday that’s what happened.
On a brighter note, the earlier part of the week was much better. On Sunday my baby boy turned 1.
The rest of the week has been a mish mash of the usual school runs, activities and work mixed in with some scootering, Max learning to skateboard and eat an apple and more packing.
Gemma had the honour of carrying the Brownies flag in the parade, and Max enjoyed the first of the summer sunshine.