House tour of photos taken on Day 0.
Moving day! Oh my goodness, the nerves. We’d left the movers to pack up the last few boxes at the old house and walked, via a greasy spoon for second breakfast, to the new house. Our house. And we walked in to this tiny little two up-two down. What we loved about it seemed hard to find in its cold, empty state. Didn’t help that the carpet smelled of cat pee. Eeewwww.
I was stressed and panicking that we’d made the worst decision of our lives.
Then the movers filled every square inch of space with boxes. Some of the furniture didn’t fit where I’d planned for it to go.
And now the hard work begins. Phone for a takeaway, because I can’t find the cutlery.