Waiting for the kettle to boil.

On this poem I will toil
longing for a cuppa tea
while waiting
for my kettle to boil.

John-Ward Leighton

Finally, this week, Mr G and my Pa-in Law will do that last long road trip to Somerset to bring our furniture back home.

Which means....that we'll be moving into our house this weekend!!!

Which means.... the dogs and the chickens will be moving back to be with us this weekend!!!

Which means..... that I will have to get the house sorted out over the weekend before I start my new job on Monday.

I'm dizzy at the thought of it.
Please cross everything x