Feeling a tad as though there will be no end to the packing.

I have lots of stuff. Especially considering it’s only five years since we emptied and sold our flat and went off to live in our camper van. we kept very little…Zak had three (big) boxes of toys in storage, and Mark and I had one box each. Oh and the only other thing I had that didn’t fit in the camper was the caravan…not trying to pack that though.

I have huge amounts of clothes, mainly because in the last four years I’ve gone up and down between several sizes.

We’re lucky to have the things we need.

haven’t had a cigarette in three days.

too tired and busy most of the time to write anything much and I haven’t put a stroke on a picture.

That’s about it really..too scared to talk about the house in Brighton.