After an excruciating week, this island is starting to feel a lot more like home. Because we have a home, and we’ve got a bit of family – that’s all it takes.
As of yesterday our London apartment (from now on referred to as a “flat”) has finally transformed from a furniture graveyard/box warehouse into a proper home.
And today, we have come up the motorway from London to Lichfield, Staffordshire to spend some family time with assorted relatives, especially the 90 year old spitfire we call Auntie Betty. Happy 90th.
And so we can begin to fell settled.
But the following issues are still oustanding:
Internet access/home phone
Mobile phone plan with online service
And Chiara would like a pony.