This is something of a flying blog visit. I can’t believe that it’s now three days since I moved house, but it is. Since then it’s been nothing but unpacking boxes, emptying bags and filling the kitchen cupboards.

As had been planned for some time, Oscar moved in at the same time. He seems a bit dazed by his new surroundings and splits his time fairly evenly between sleeping on the settee and staring out of the patio doors, annoyed that he’s not allowed out yet.

Sal brought him around on Saturday lunchtime, with Will, who wouldn’t have realised that they wouldn’t be living together (or the significance of his starting to crawl and the cat simultaneously disappearing).

Apart from that it’s been all fairly smooth running, apart from the alarm going off this afternoon, which it shouldn’t have done as I had all the sensors changed to be cat-aware.

Meantime, I’m off to make mince pies. I’m cooking for nine on boxing day, which will be the first major test of the appliances. 

1. Moving the veg
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2. Moving out
   It's quarter past two, and we're all back home for lunch in the middle of moving my remaining stuff out of the flat. I didn't...
   
   
3. Moving
   It's all go on the housing front. Mortgage for the house more or less sorted, solicitors pushing for an exchange date on the sale of...