Living in a cardboard box...

...well, not quite but there are umpty-twenty cardboard boxes of stuff littering our flat. Why such chaos? Indeed we are moving to a new house on Friday. Very exciting, of course, if a little hectic. Don't say the word 'stress', okay?

I'm having to do things like clean the inside of the oven (generally a no no) while trying to stop Mr Hugh licking the TV screen. Normal blog service should resume in weeks to come.

-C

Silence please

Outside Mr Hugh naps in the pram while bus brakes squeal and children yell in the park. Inside, when he's napping in the cot, I tip toe about the hall. I don't flick light switches, I ease them backwards as if they were mini see-saws.

This may be pathetic, but I do it anyway.
-C