Step by step

I've spent the last ten days moving house. It was only eight months ago since my previous house move, just before Christmas 2025 - if you remember. I had no intention of upping sticks so soon but needs must, as I wasn't left in peace to enjoy my time at home. Though the constant interruptions have provided my muse with a fabulous idea for another book - so maybe it was meant to be!

My new home is very different. It's quiet. Bright and light. And extremely well-cared for - so this gal is a happy bunny! Though I'm not sure that my dog feels the same way as he's yet to remember where the garden steps are so keeps launching his old bones off the patio section onto the grassed area - there is an easier route, Ted!

Anyway, it means I have a brand-new writing room. Over the years, I've written in various areas within my homes: corner of a dining room, a spare bedroom, settled within a converted fireplace and now, the kitchen. Which might sound strange but there is a huge window in my new kitchen that allows me to overlook the garden and admire the gigantic trees in the school beyond the bottom fence. So, I've taken a risk and opted for a complete change to my working practise. Though, I'm nearer to the kettle and teabags - which is always a bonus. If it doesn't work, then I'll soon switch my desk elsewhere in the house and press restart.

So far, the move has gone well; I've literally plodded like a tortoise in packing items, opening boxes and positioning furniture. I've worked around the clock, as you must at times, as a new term started at college too so, not the best timing but hey, I'm getting there. I still have the previous house at the moment so am living between the two but in the coming weeks I'll hand the keys back and have just one home address. I'm hoping by then Teddy will have remembered where the garden steps are and stop hurling himself onto the grass! I can but hope!