The World’s Worst Blogger

I have been hopeless.

I have hardly written anything, not kept anyone up to date (not that there is a legion of followers who particularly give a toss), not stuck to my promise to post more often, failed to record the adorable antics of my ever-growing children.

In short, I hardly count as a blogger anymore.

But I have, in my defence, been rather busy.

It is now official and announceable: We are leaving Stepford and going to San Francisco.

The houses are rented in both places, the schools are secured, the business is started, the office space found, the friends and families alerted and I have already started gleefully throwing things away in anticipation of the big move.

I have been working round the clock to make sure that all of this falls into place, and it has, in a most serendipitous way, right down to the old-lady-tea-shop (yes, you read that correctly and they do serve tea in pots with proper strainers and plates of freshly baked scones) just a few blocks away from our new home.

Perfect! It was clearly meant to be.

Of course, this is only ostensibly for a sabbatical year. We are due to come back the following summer.

But it’s quite possible that in the packing up to return, Husband might mislay me and the children..

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