Waiting to move into a new house is like being at the airport when you’re off on holiday – there’s something nice coming but it’s taking aaaaaages for it to actually start.
So we were invited down to the cottage to gatecrash Clare and Andy’s weekend with J&R, to help make the time go faster. A nice opportunity for H to meet little master Smudge, who looks rather like a baby Scrumpy. Cue lots of dog wrestling on the lawn…
And some mummy cuddles for a very tired little boy, after two walks, a swim in the sea and being growled at by Scrumpy, trying to assert herself as the ‘big dog’….
All followed by drinks in the garden and a cracking coot supper.
Topped off by some man music and terrible dad singing later on. Luckily I’d stopping taking photos by then…
Should get the keys to our new house tomorrow lunchtime, bring on the huge spring clean and frenzied box unpacking x