I can’t quite believe it has been a year since…
Six months. 182.5 days. You get the idea. A lot of time has passed and I’m not entirely sure where it has gone.
My husband started putting his work-to-residence visa to good use this week which means I now have the house to myself.
Most of this week has been spent scrubbing the holy heck out of our new conservatory.
Week one was a jet-lagged haze further compounded by a sense of everything being very similar yet completely different.