8 days to go until we move, and I have not packed a single box. I don’t even HAVE boxes yet! Things are so chaotic at the moment that I am just managing to do what needs to be done on a daily basis and not even getting close to tackling all those extra big jobs that need doing. I am also without a nanny until Monday, which means that I am putting Noa down for a nap and then frantically running into the office to do quick emails and whatever work needs to be done. Not ideal. By the time he goes to bed at night (these days around 7pm), I slump into the sofa with a glass of wine or three and stare blankly at the TV for two hours before I zombie-walk to bed.

At least we have officially got our house on the market and have a big fat For Sale sign on our gate. Oh boy does that feel good. I still am in utter disbelief that we have been so fortunate and will be back in town by the end of next week.

Weight wise all this craziness means no pilates (no-one to watch Noa while I go, and no time!!!), bad eating (bread, cheese, bread, cheese) and general exhaustion. I hate not going to pilates, and I honestly never thought I would miss exercising, but I truly do. I’m trying to give myself a break though and just try to get through these next few weeks. If that means bread, cheese and wine for dinner, then so be it. Lord knows I would exist on the stuff if I could. I need to start Bread and Cheese Addicts Anonymous.