Moving on

We have moved house again, seriously... I have become a turtle and very slowly I hulk everything from one place to another with us.

In the past 24 months we moved house four times.

4 times!

A few times were of my choice, and a few others had to do with 'situation'.

I am completely sick of moving and never want to move house again, it costs a lot of money, it's quite messy, and I seem to have lost all my essential belongings in the process. Money included.

I lost the:

Corkscrew
My fancy cereal bowls
All cutlery
A few mugs
And every single love affair and romance I ever had; which was rare for me because I hung onto old flames like trusty Clarks shoes. I think I dropped them all inside the M25 never to be found again.

Then we moved into our new house and I held an unpacking party, there were lots of items missing and in some ways it was like we had half a home.

Salt: no
Pepper: no
Spoons: no
Wine glasses: no
Soap: no
Toothpaste: no
Mummy friend: no

Also missing at our unpacking party was one of our mummy friends.

Of all the things we lost during our move, what I miss the most is our mummy friend. I was so looking forward to spending more time with her once we lived closer again. Cups of tea. Chats about whether the kids should have yet another games-type-console-thingy. Exams, school places, attitudes.

It takes a long time to make good mummy friends; we're talking all the years of infants and juniors standing in the cold in the playground.

Our mummy friend went into hospital, and the following week she didn't come out.