Hi All, I'm back at last - with a name change which seems kinda appropriate as I've finally stopped bouncing. Google it if you want the definition as I'm too dumb to explain it.
The move all went well. It was totally exhausting but I feel so relieved. The flat is lovely and only 2 mins from the office and 4 mins from the nursery. DH isn't doing so good and is determined to fight, which I think is going to get more difficult. But it's all just so sad rather than anything else, and I just feel so guilty At the moment I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I just need a few months to get my head together at the very least.
But overall, even though it's such early days, I feel pretty good.
Oggs, I hope stuff's ok with you, and Berrie. I'm so sorry for everything you're going through. I'm really not sure what I can say that can help, except to big you a massive massive hug and offer you my spare bed - by sheer fluke the sofa I brought with me is the sofa-bed!
Lyra - good luck with the party. You're a braver gal than me.
Binkle - just step away from the pneumatic chairs. They're not toys.