It has been a.g.e.s since I last posted and I'm now writing to you from the kitchen table (luxury - it never worked there in London) from our new home in Brighton! The move was relatively painless though in no way helped by a birthday hangover I incurred from both Friday and Saturday nights exploits. I should really know better - for starters I can barely work it going out in the evening anyway nevermind one night after another and the weekend before a big move? FAIL. However Friday night, the opening night of the counterculture project which is being masterminded in part by my sister Hannah was so much fun. Despite consuming my weight in beer I managed to stay upright long enough (well all night actually, I'm exagerrating) to watch these guys who are just bloody wonderful So if ever I needed a soundtrack to leave the nations capital this was it. Are you ready to rinse it down??? I was. I hadn't been out dancing for ages and I loved it. I want these guys to be my friends and come round my house for a party. Please. Our move was reasonably uneventful - the heat was off a bit because the flat in London is still ours and hasn't sold (yet... let's be positive) so we've left a bit of furniture and a few other bits plus we had the help of the grandparents with a fair bit of packing and babysitting on the day. On the whole though we were fairly well prepared. I got into it for all of about 5 minutes standing in the lorry and loading because I couldn't bear to be not doing something watching these 3 strong guys heaving all my worldly possessions (read:crap) down the stairs for 4 hours. They humoured me for all of about 5 minutes before rearranging stuff around me and easing me back onto the pavement for hackney theiving scum duty. Our new house is lovely. Such a lovely home, lovely area (thankyou Kate) and has a great feel. I was a bit shellshocked and physically shattered after the move for a few days but I think after we're all unpacked in a few weeks I'll be hitting my stride in a big way. I really didn't think the move would phase me whatsoever but an almost primitive fear/unease started to work its way in which was just totally unexpected. I think it's the unfamiliar territory, now I'm starting to settle I feel absolutely back on form but the couple of days after the move were a bit odd. Anyway, the kids LOVE their new life. 'We don't live in Lundun anymore' said Ruby today. No we don't! I've taken no photos over the last few days but I've included some gratuitous photos of the children taken a few weeks ago in Cambridge by my friend Clare's fiancee. Ain't they lovely?