This is the first year since 2004 that I haven’t moved house, and I am delighted.  I find that I always settle into a place about 10 to 11 months in, so I usually start to feel at home just as I have to put that home back into a box.  Not this time, though!  Finally I am not dealing with man and van companies as Summer kicks in.

Summer, however, turned up rather early this year, didn’t it?  The rain returned just as I began cycling to work every day. Thanks, Britain. I love you too.

Rain aside, it is absolutely marvellous to be sticking in one place for a while.  I am closer to unpacked than I’ve been in a long, long time (although I still have a great deal of stuff in boxes, the boxes are now stowed in cupboards) and I really do feel settled in.  I even know where most things are around the house. Our towels even go in the airing cupboard! What a delight.

I have lived in many fascinating places since I moved away from Andover, and I don’t regret any of them at all, but I do wish I could have skipped the moving.  Turns out, I really don’t like moving.  I like having all my things in the right places.