We suddenly realised at the weekend that we’d lived in Denmark for sixth months.

We had dinner together as a family and I think we all felt pretty chuffed with what we’d achieved.

There have been low points but not many when you consider how things might have been.

We arrived just as the weather was turning, with nowhere permanent to live and only Daisy’s school as a constant.

The trials and tribulations of moving boxes and bits of beds now seem far behind us.

With the exception of the bits of beds.

This saga has only just finished.

But, as I write this looking out into the rain on a truly shitty day, it feels good to be here.

Daisy has her first Danish birthday party this weekend.

Over here, you either invite everyone, or all the boys or all the girls.

You can guess which option Daisy chose.

It’s going to be a little expensive but she’ll love having all her friends from school together at DGI Huset.

DGI is an amazing, massive sports centre in the middle of town.

They have a huge mezzanine floor, flanked by a climbing wall, stuffed with gymnastic equipment and all manner of padded stuff to fall onto after running around.

Here is the party invite we did, which has gone down well.