The last week has to rank as one of the craziest weeks of my life. Where even to start?! So many things have happened, good, bad, Happy and sad. Most momentously we (Ralf and I) are no longer the owners of 1 North End, Brandon Village, Durham. DH7 8UN is no longer our postcode – actually I’m not sure what my postcode is. After eight years of living in the UK and just over five of living in Brandon Village the house is sold and we are shifting back to the Southern hemisphere. I’m always hare-ing off on some crazy trip here there or somewhere so somehow it still seems a bit surreal it hasn’t quite sunk in that we really have now sold the house! And it what a wrench. Because it’s not just a house. It’s the first house we’ve ever owned and after 4 and a half years of renovating house and garden there’s nothing left that isn’t the way we made it. From the feature radiators, the wooden floors the lovely kitchen with it’s black glass splash-back and rubber-wood benches, to the bright red blinds in the bathroom and decorative tiling in the downstairs toilet – it’s all that way because we made it so. It looks amazing and our main consolation has to be that the new buyer really does seem to appreciate it. I know I complain about the weather. A lot. And to be fair it has rained pretty much all summer. It doesn’t seem possible that we will ever find a place with a bunch of neighbours that were so, well so liveable with, its like a combination of a million little things and a hundred big things and really if I tried to list them all I’d never get my blog started. Its having almost all your friends living within 100m walking distance. Leaving the village is sadder than the final episode of Desperate Housewives. Its just horrible to think that its not our house any more.