Today I played a game I like to call 'Say hello to clothes, household items and books you haven't seen for more than three months'.
Yes, the delivery boys finally made my dreams come true when they showed up at the new house with 50 boxes and parcels (only one is AWOL, away being sprayed by the biosecurity police). Just imagine your best ever Christmases and birthdays rolled into one. Now imagine that to the power of 10.
And, by some kind of miracle, not ONE of my highly fragile items was broken, scratched or even remotely disturbed.
A pleasant side order was discovering a couple of pairs of shoes and some items of clothing I have absolutely ZERO recollection of buying (but obviously must have in the last minute retail frenzy before we left Bristol).
Some clothes are a little crumpled, but it's nothing an ironing marathon won't cure; thankfully I know a thing or two about that.
As cliched as it sounds, today the last piece of the jigsaw dropped into place. It finally feels like we're home.