It is nearly a month since I blogged

And so much has happened. Toad Hall is no longer ours and a new family are starting their lives there.
It was a whirlwind move with us exchanging contracts on the Wednesday and moving out on the following Tuesday. I arrived at our new home (well not entirely new we bought it 7 years ago) and I was shell shocked. I hadn't expected to feel the loss of Toad Hall quite so keenly. I hadn't taken on board all the happy memories which would rise to the surface but these I can (and have) take with me.

Now we are here in the Forest of  Dean in a small village of about 85 dwellings, a pub and  a church dating back to 1100. Though these are both outdated by a standing stone going back to 1700BC. We have a Saxon Well too. Even the standing stone was painted white to honour Lord Nelson.

But back at our new house all is chaos. I just want to get into my studio and the end is in sight perhaps in a couple of weeks, I can take time out and just sew. I need it so badly.

We couldn't even enter the sitting room for five days.

This was the dining room after we got rid of half the boxes. (notice the broken Ikea bookcases standing in as storage until I manage to organise a large dresser for the large wall on the right).

The landing.

The sitting area at the other end of the kitchen. Oops it's not as large as I thought and these two sofas just don't fit, so one will go into the sitting room (hopefully with the other one already in there, but this room will double as Colin's office as well so space might be tight in there as well). I saw a super little pink velur sofa in Ikea today which WILL fit.

Even the little garden is strewn with debris.

Our Dogue wasn't too impressed to begin with but he has settled down nicely now.

Stay with me, normal service will be resumed.... I need my life back.