|This is how it appears on the web at the moment. If anyone is interested in buying it -let me know :))))))) (but you have to love it as much as we did). You can view it HERE|
The garden was another HUGE project we he tackled! Mr D took it very seriously and even put string across the lawn to make sure it was all completely level. He was very precious about his grass (and got teased mercilessly but all his mates) but it did look absolutely fantastic when it was all finished. My job was to choose and buy the flowers, which I loved. The whole project was a slightly stressful at times as I’m sure you can image that English weather and ALL THAT MUD was a nightmare!!!) I have just showed Master J these pictures and he doesn’t remember them at all. It seems so strange that such a huge part of our lives will be pretty much non existent in the kids lives.
|This was taken during the last summer before we left for Australia|
|Miss H’s very first bedroom|
|Mmmmmmm maybe I did used to do a bit of baking!!!! (All out of a packet though – look how far I’ve come).|
The day we had to pack up and leave happened so quickly that we didn’t really have a chance to reflect or say goodbye properly. The removal men invaded like a swarm of ants and anything and everything in sight was boxed, packaged and packed up before you could say your name backwards. They were so thorough that when we unpacked a few months later the bin that had been in Pete’s office was still full of crumpled up papers!!! It was a bitterly cold February day and Nanny Soph (the kids nanny) brought them back to the house before the big van left so that they could see it and say goodbye to our home. Miss H sleep through the whole thing and Master J and I had a little cry. I don’t think he actually understood what was happening and just cried because I did!! After that we went to live with Granny and Grandpa for a month before the big trip to Aus.
When we first arrived in Sydney, not knowing a single person, I really wasn’t sure how long we would last and keeping our home in England was like having a bit of a safely blanket. I had no idea how far we would come in two years and how much we would change and grow as a family. I smile fondly when I think about the old me and how different my life was not so long ago. Somedays I miss her, but on the whole I couldn’t be happier here (Just wish my family would move too – hint, hint).
The age old saying the your home is where your heart is couldn’t be truer for us.
Have you ever had a big house or country move before? How did you cope?
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