Wednesday. In two weeks time we will be fully moved into our new house. It can’t come soon enough. Everything that we disliked about our current lodgings, the decor, the lack of parking, the noise from the road, even the minor annoyances like the shower being too hot in the mornings, and that damn squeak in the bedroom floorboards, are becoming major bugbears. My propensity for swearing seems to be increasing in direct proportion to the falling number of days we have left (eh? aww you know what I mean). I’ve been trying to figure out why.

We never got this annoyed and hacked off before, and you’d think we should be saying: “Oh well, only a week or so to go and we’ll be out of it anyway…”. But we’re not. So I apologise to everyone if I seem to be in a bad mood for the next couple of weeks. That’s because I am.