Sea life

We had planned to go to the sandcastle festival in morecambe. Despite the rain we put on our raincoats and wellies and set off. It began to go wrong when mr mc through force of habit got on the m55 at j32 instead of the m6. Not to worry I said, let's go to the sea life centre. At least that's indoors. Frantic fumbling at trouser pockets ensued... Mr mc had forgotten his wallet. Luckily I had my handbag so we were able to continue our journey.

The sea life centre Blackpool has turtles now so poorly boy got to sign his turtle song quite a few times. Babba girl was in the carrier and spent the whole time, giggling, waving her arms, think she might have been signing fish (??), bouncing and shrieking. Think she liked it.

I then went to view a new build house which I really wanted to like but it was just so small I had to admit it's not right for us. Why build a house with a study so small you can only just get a desk and chair in? And don't get me started on the dining room...

So it looks like we're going to be trying to sell our house ourselves and try to get a lot off the one we buy. Why is it I want to move, again?