On London

2 hours sleep, up at 6.30, one last cup of tea, put kettle in loft with other miscellaneous crap, lock loft, vacuum pack bedding & stuff into holdalls, big taxi at 8.30am – too small for 5 cases 2 holdalls 2 small backpacks 2 kids backpacks 1 guitar 2 car seats 1 laptop bag and a pushchair – wait for 2nd taxi, lock house, traffic jams to Heathrow, helpful porter trolleys luggage to check-in, security etc. 10 minutes breakfast scramble in BA lounge (Harry ate mostly olives), 7 hour flight (Lily watched TV, Harry wrestled then slept for 2 hours), land 3pm local time, 1 hour in immigration, helpful porter trolleys luggage from luggage reclaim, reunited with our “relocation counsellor” Sandy, delighted welcoming of indifferent Lily & Harry, helpful porter hoiks luggage into her car while Sandy spots mistakes on work permit, back through airport to immigration (I go to car hire desk then back through airport to remove luggage from Sandy’s car in search of driving licences) – work permit corrected and exorbitant car hire arranged, we unintentionally tour the city accompanied by weary arguments, arrive 40 minutes after Sandy, carry Lily to bed, unload car, consume cheese, biscuits & wine courtesy of our new landlords on lovely porch while Harry charges around amazingly cheerful until 10pm. Sleep…