The Mummy Returns

It's been a trying few months in the Fox household. Firstly, as I've mentioned previously, we've moved. We actually bought our second ever house. Yay! Which means that we had to sell our first ever house. Boo! We were more successful than most- we actually sold it 3 times. (I am actually rolling my eyes as I type). But onwards and upwards - I wish the final buyer nothing but happiness - she seemed like a good sort, and I rather enjoyed my time at Crownhill, and I hope that she will be as happy.

I've many happy memories of our first ever house, although they are slightly tainted by memories of the most appalling morning sickness I had when we first moved in, when I was pregnant with my son. It seemed never ending. For a while I thought I hated the house, because it seemed to be making me ill. Of course, after a couple of months I was fine, and everything was peachy once again. Then after Tiddler came along, somehow the amount of stuff we'd accumulated grew and started taking over, and before long we needed a bigger house.

We found a bigger house we liked and moved into it recently (I'm deliberately glossing over the fact that there was an entire year between putting the house on the market and actually selling it, all I will say is that this is precisely the situation in which people you don't know show themselves up to be conscience-free ne'er-do-wells with no soul. But that's for another day)

We moved house in March and I hated it. Things smelled funny. I thought it was unclean. After a while it started to make me feel quite unwell. I felt a little cheated, after all, I'd waited a year for this and I'd naively thought it would make me happy. It was hell on Earth, and yet it was all strangely familiar...

Needless to say, I'm over the morning sickness now (thank God) and am happy to report that Brother or Sister Of Tiddler is due in the autumn, and I love the new house, seriously, I couldn't be happier. Onwards and upwards, then, onwards and upwards!    

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