Today was so stressful that there were times when I reassured myself if I could survive it I could deal with anything. I also wondered if how funny we thought it was moving on Friday 13th had come back to haunt us.

Of course all our best laid plans went by the wayside and the weeks and months of packing and getting organised didn't count for much when on Wednesday our removal firm announced they basically couldn't move us until Sunday instead of Friday.

Cue a mad panic to find another firm who on the day turned up over 3 hours late.

3 hours in the scheme of life doesn't sound much but when you have a house to move, a legal requirement to be out by a certain time, the new owner and their vans of removal men and furniture on your doorstep (with their eye-watering per hour bill for keeping them waiting...) and a removal company who magically go from being 2 miles away to being 6 miles away an hour later, and then stop all communication, every second is agony.

But by about 10pm (instead of 3pm- let's just say they weren't the fastest when they did arrive) we were in and as we phoned for a pizza for our very delayed breakfast and sat down bewildered by our new surroundings and all the boxes and moving debris the whole thing felt like a blur.

Moving to our new home is terrifying but also very exciting. So much so that most of our first night was spent getting out of bed and wandering around looking at it all. As much as I'll miss our old home I'm holding onto the thrill of turning this into our new one and seeing where our life journey next takes us.