The removal vans arrived at 08:33 and out house was systematically packed away. And then scrubbed clean (thanks don't seen enough, Due!). And then all the stuff that hadn't been packed.
Then the long, agonising wait.
By one o'clock we still hadn't heard from the solicitors and stress levels were rising.
Deep breath.
It could be worse.
It can always be worse.
It is 14:41 and I am sitting on the kerb outside our new townhouse - actually, truth be told, almost ours! - waiting.
The three removal vans are also waiting.
The solicitor had just let us know she has received "the funds" and I am blogging instead of pacing a hole in the tarmac waiting for the keys to be handed over.
This blogging lark is a good way to vent, relieve tensions and share what's going on with my avid reader (hi!).
Take a deep breath. It's now 14:46 and I have officially run out of patience, humour and small talk with the lovely tattooed gentlemen who have all our worldly possessions in their vans!
Today's question: will we move in today? If not, where are we going to sleep tonight?