It's getting a bit real

Well, 20 years we have lived in our home in Long Compton, Warwickshire - at least, that is, it will be 20 years on the 13th. So many school trips, vet trips, ups and (yes) downs. Time to move on.

This weekend has seen us have a leaving party, friends and family from far and wide came over, brought a bottle each and drank very little, we now have a cellar of booze to move along with everything else. Off to France we go, John's last week at work followed by a week's packing.

One way Shuttle journey to France booked for 24th of this month and we plan to pile into the Mini, dog, cat and all and drive to our new home and business in the Charente Maritime.

The last thing we needed was the dog to rupture his spleen and have a life-saving operation last Thursday. Things have never been straight forward in our lives. We are just waiting for the next drama.

What a great weekend though! Josh and Siwan, Holly and Nana Sheila accompanied the two of us to our favourite pub for a farewell meal, combined with Josh's 25th birthday celebration on Friday night, followed by the well attended farewell party on Saturday evening.

Sunday has brought the usual clearing up and a lovely home cooked Sunday lunch, just the two of us and Holz.

Tears galore as Holly drove away from her childhood home for the last time, back to Leeds to some normality, leaving the two of us in bits. Just a good job she didn't hear Billy Joel singing "You're My Home" on the sound system as she left "Well I never had a place that I could call my very own, That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home"...tears? us? never!!

Happy tears this space!

T & J, 11/10/15