Okay - we have accepted an offer on our house! 'They' are buying it.
9 months after we put it on the market we have finally sold it. Of course, it might fall through. The dreaded survey is still to come. We may have damp rot, dry rot, subsidence, cracked rafters, woodworm, rats and weevils for all I know but hopefully not. Hopefully it's the beginning of the end of our emigration plan.
After the end of the end of the plan comes the beginning of the beginning of the actual move which ends when we have our own home the other side of the world.
And then after that comes the beginning of the beginning of trying to feel 'at home' which ends when I don't cry every time I see a robin, an oak tree, the Queen, a union jack, oxo cubes, a traffic jam or a hoodie.
Wish me luck!