Yesterday was difficult.

We couldn’t get the car anywhere near the flat so I had to walk about 100 metres with all the bags and boxes for the move.

We filled the car and took it to Trojborg - the new apartment - where we stored everything we could downstairs underneath the building, in the room people use to dry their washing.

Sarah nearly knocked herself out coming up the steps at one point.

Then it was back to the first apartment to do the final tidy up.

The original plan was to move into the next place with just a suitcase each. We had a car-full.

Just after lunch it was time to take Daisy to a birthday party. She’s been to a birthday party each time we’ve moved so far.

At 2pm we met the Air B&B’s stepson to get the keys to an apartment very close to the railway station.

It was like a show house. So tasteful.

Within five minutes I’d broken one of the kitchen doors by pushing it open, continuing my journey of culinary devastation.

It all felt very strange. Like we had to be careful to tidy up after ourselves all the time.

We’re just five minutes walk from school now. Having begun our trip 30 minutes away by car.