35 nights after arriving in Denmark, it was time to leave the summerhouse. Partly because it’s against the law to stay in a summerhouse as your primary address. Partly because living in Skaering is just too far away from school. The half hour drive at 7am is not easy.

Lovely though the cabin was, I won’t miss walking over slugs to get to the outside toilet in the middle of the night. Or feeling dirty after having a shower, after having to walk across the flag stones and up the slippy wooden step to the living room.

There have been some comical times.

Trying to maintain a sense of professionalism can be pretty difficult when on the phone to a client sitting atop a pile of underpants. Albeit freshly laundered ones. That’s me sitting on the pants, not the client. As far as I know.

Or preparing a presentation on the desk that’s also the kitchen table and the shelf for everything that doesn’t have a home.

But, all things considered, it was a lovely start for us.

Sadly, though, we couldn’t find anywhere to live. We’re moving into an apartment for a month, from 9th October. In between, we’re moving into a hostel in the forest on the edge of town. It’s where we stayed the first time we came to Aarhus.

Sarah is in the UK doing a photo shoot for her Christmas product line-up so it’s me and Daisy - plus her brother Paddy for a couple of days.

He got the train from Berlin, where he lives and works, to enjoy one night on the sofa before our move to a little room with bunk beds.

So, time to cram the car full of bags again.