What a hectic few weeks it has been and will be, there is an end in sight (I hope). Back from holiday at the end of Feb and Mrs Fogg already planned a move to a new house. All the hassle ensues, smashed up car (with all the insurance wrangles), estate agents, landlords, having to write our own contract, dealing with the current numpty landlord (aka Mr Clueless), removals, post office redirects, local council “we don’t recognise the new house you are movin into cos no-one OFFICIALLY told us it existed” and yet you granted planning permission?

On top of this we have day jobs and trying to arrange viewings of the current house since Mr Clueless is unsurprisingly absent on this element (as well as servicing the boiler, fixing the doors, cleaning the death trap that is the decking, getting windows to open or repair dodgy wiring).

So a 30 minute chill at the local swimming pool before Mrs Fogg insists on more house packing activities (even though we are paying someone else to do it! yes it’s the getting a cleaner scenario and tidying before they arrive). Personally I am bushed and need a holiday having spent the last few days stripping a warehouse and skipping anything not bolted down (and if it was I would rip it up).

Still once we are moved we get a res rightt, err no, gotta rebuild wardrobes, computer desks, beds and anything broken apart for the move and unbox EVERYTHING

Put it this way come June 2nd I am jumping in that 8 man hot tub and not gettin out.