12 days and counting until we move into our beautiful new house in a beautiful town that is definitely not Swindon! Hurrah! We were out buying furniture yesterday, and I think for the first time I felt like I had properly grown up (despite now being a fully fledged teacher, I still feel like a kid at heart).

UPDATE: 4 days to go! We are getting really excited now, and for days all we have been doing is trawling shops for bargains on wooden furniture. Today- a 10 person dining table for just over 500 quid! It's weird to be actually owning furniture, and soon to be owning a house- all these years of renting and finally I will be able to do exactly what I please with the place.

But what does this mean? Is it time? Should I ask...? Only time will tell.... ;)