We’ve been busy moving and so I have not been able to write for a while.

We’ve move apartment again. Right across the city, to a street called Ingerslevs Boulevard.

This is an amazing location. A huge, wide street where they have a street market twice a week, flanked by a huge church and a school.

School is a five minute walk away, meaning we get almost an extra hour in bed every day and we can play more of a part as parents.

The gym is a ten minute walk away. Same goes for the railway station.

All in all it is the best spot in town.

Just one problem.

Seventy-seven steps.

This is the fourth floor and the view is great. But what’s not great is getting used to the cardio-vascular training that’s involved in going up and down to the street.

No-one leaves the apartment empty handed.

You either take a bag of rubbish down or a bag of shopping up.

Moving in was made a lot easier with the help of a twenty five year old Romanian.

By complete coincidence, our French neighbours are parents from school, so we know where to go if we need a cup of sucre.