We are back from a week in the country where it was a big ol’ mess of lovely family chaos. We met our new little nephew James (Jimmy, Jim, Jimbo) who is a sweet little thing. Amelia seemed very taken with him, and even more taken with my brother and sister-in-law’s dog Ellie. We walked, ate chocolate, drank coffee and even got the occasional good sleep. Now it’s back home and time to find a new house. My bones ache at the whole idea. Amelia and I are off to see a place at 4.30 that looks from it’s exterior shot on realestate.com.au like it might have mouldy carpet, a leaky roof and a small “old style” kitchen which they try to pass of as “full of character” and “quaint” but really it’s smelly, damp and crusty. We shall see.