Oh and the cherry on the cake of moving, as if it wasn’t stressful enough. Two weeks before the move my wife fell from a horse and broke 5 vertebrae and 4 ribs.
I ended up having to do multiple 600km round trips between Oxfordshire and Durham to ferry belongings, wife, dogs and cat into an empty house where we didn’t even have cutlery - and it was my birthday.
My birthday dinner was a microwave meal eaten with a plastic dough scraper.
Oh no! That is what you call a baptism of fire... And those are the stories we tell over and over, and carry down the generations too.
Congratulations on finally getting completed and moved in, we'd love to hear how you're getting on from time to time

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