Since we arrived at the end of August we’ve led such a temporary existence, which we have coped with surprisingly well.

I don’t know how we managed to live an ordinary life, including getting Daisy to school, cooking proper food rather than take-aways and running two businesses. Not to mention paying thousands of pounds in deposits and rental fees. But we did it. In a country where we don’t speak the language at not the most glamorous time of year.

Moving out of the Air B&B was a joy compared to our previous…experience.

The owner, Flemming, returned from his trip to South America while we were still in the apartment. He was just dropping off bags before going to his partner’s place to sleep off his jet lag.

I was worried sick about the broken kitchen door but he told us it had been a repeated problem. The previous guests from Belgium had probably jammed things up.

That was a phew.

We left flowers and a thank you note. The place was spotless. We later received a thank you note.

Coordinating the final move was tricky because the car was full to the brim with IKEA stuff, to the extent that there was only one passenger seat available. And whoever sat there would be forced to duck under the boxes packed from behind.

The car was also parked ten minutes away near Daisy’s school. And we had all our stuff from the Air B&B to move, too.

Somehow, we ferried stuff to the new place and left it in the bike shed.

Then we went for lunch to kill some minutes before it was time to get the keys - which clashed with Daisy’s school finishing time.

Sarah and I went to a lovely little cafe near school and had a shared plate of wonderful tapas and two small bottles of water.

£22.

Mikael, our diminutive landlord, met me with the keys and showed me round the second floor apartment. It was a perfect white box with gorgeous sanded floors. Three rooms, a kitchen and a tiny wet room with toilet and shower.

In the middle of the lounge was a pile of all the stuff we’d bought from the previous tenant.

What a blessed relief. I couldn’t quite believe it when I was given the keys and Mikael said “I look forward to working with you guys".

When the girls got back from school the box shifting began.

We’d bought Daisy a cabin bed with built in desk from IKEA. Or rather we’d bought six boxes which were incredibly heavy to move and get around tight corners.

With every box, our disjointed life began to jig-saw itself together.

We reunited Sarah with the blades from the NutriBullet. We found this and that that we knew we’d packed in the car but we thought we’d lost. And we didn’t find things we knew we had but had sadly been left at one of our previous locations.

It was a physical slog but finally the last box entered the apartment and we shut the door on our road trip.