Last night I sat the boy down and explained at the length the changing of the clocks, the idea behind daylight savings time, and he smiled at me and I thought maybe, just maybe, a little bit of that has sunk in. When the first cry took flight at 4.21am, I realised how wrong I had been, how foolish I had been to hope. Remember when the clocks going back was something to celebrate? Remember when it meant an extra hour in a bar, and an even more excessively lengthy lie-in than you normally enjoyed on a Sunday? I have a feeling there are a lot of parents right now, nursing a strong coffee and rubbing their eyes, just as I am. Parenting, eh?
So we are finally living in the new house - and doesn't that sound wonderful? We're actually all crammed into one room at the moment as the house is rebuilt from the inside out (and least that's what it feels like!), but I'm hoping any temporary discomfort will spur us on to make the house properly habitable by Christmas. To make ourselves feel better we laid the floor in what will be our larder. Look! Something is finished! We found the tiles in France. Unfortunately most of them were different sizes so there's been a fair bit of grinding and chopping about to get to this point. I think it's definitely worth it!
The house is snuggled in a very beautiful Sussex valley, with a lot of land to explore. And explore we have, taking our dogs Maynard and Tuli on lot's of walks through the countryside and woodland next to the house.
I think we're going to enjoy living here!
I'm going to be very busy this week preparing for Lou Lou's Vintage Fair in Brighton - if you're in the area please come along and say hi! I'll have lot's and lot's of beautiful vintage pieces for children for sale - perfect for Christmas gifts. See the Events page for more details.