"It's time for house!", or so the song goes.
Well today is the day I move away from Hertfordshire and out West into cider country!
I didn't sleep at all well last night, so here I am, sitting with the laptop at 5:30am on a wet Wednesday morning, contemplating cutting off my internet connection.
I will have to spend another night here because there is no where for the cat to go until Thursday.
At the moment, he's lying on the settee arm next to me. He's been reacting to the change in routine by retreating to one of the upstairs bedrooms and sleeping there all day - out of the way.
The poor mog is in for a further shock tonight as he'll be home alone, in an empty house while I sleep next door, then he's going into my car in a travel cage for a 3-4 hour trip. God, he's gonna hate me!
We still haven't found a permanent home, so for now we are going into rented accommodation, only to repeat this exercise in a few months. Joy oh joy!!
It will be interesting to see how much this