I miss my cat. She's in the country with Mum who nobly feeds, grooms and invents elaborate ball games for her. I miss her whiskers. And generally having a little shadow.
Would quite like to wake up in March 2013 and skip the exchange of contracts, the packing, the move, the building work, the builders, the decisions about grout colours and the dust.
Yep, we're still moving and I'm in a grump.
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