1 April turned out to be no fool: my husband started work as a Consultant Paediatrician. I take all the credit, of course, for ... er ... for... well, I did tell him he could do it! This is, of course, the job that precipitates the move, so he is now in Manchester and we wait for the house purchase to go through.
But - trumpets please! - the mortgage has been approved, the valuation has come in-line with our offer and I even have the paperwork in front of me! Ta-dah!! Now just some legal stuff and hair-raising money transfers to go! Oh, and the physical move itself, which I am not (repeat: not) looking forward to.
Now with husband out of the house I am turning into a domestic goddess. Oh, well, all right... the kids and I baked choc chip cookies yesterday for my son's class's cake stall today. There are still a few left to sell!
More excitingly I have begun writing Book 2 of our Zambian saga, with a working title of 'The One with The Brain Event'. So far I've written about the diesel can leaking all over the luggage and the car, the roof rack flying off in the middle of the Game Park (you know, with lions, elephants, hyaenas etc. all around), the petrol gauge breaking and a tyre bursting. That was all one holiday, in less than a week. For some reason, nothing ever was simple and according to plan for us!
And best of all, the sun is shining and the Easter holidays are here!