If you’ve ever wondered what happens when you take a couple, two dogs, and forty years of accumulated household belongings, and compress them into a metal box on wheels… welcome. You’ve found your people.
While our home undergoes a complete renovation, we have been living the temporary caravan life. It turns out that living in a tin furnace—while trying to manage builders, maintain gardens, and survive a British summer—is an absolute masterclass in patience, logistics, and dark comedy.
I keep a daily journal of everything that happens, and starting tomorrow, I’m opening up the ledger.
Every morning at 7:00 AM, a new entry will drop. We are kicking things off with The Caravan Chronicles, featuring everything from tactical maneuvers to avoid the local bin lorry, high-stakes garage rescue missions, and the absolute triumph of fixing a caravan toilet at 5 AM.
Eventually, the builders will pack up, the caravan will be towed away, and we will move back into our house. But the daily journal won’t stop there. This blog is a permanent commitment to raw, daily observations on life, project management, and the general absurdity of the everyday.
Grab a coffee, set your alarms, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 7:00 AM sharp for ⚽ Midnight Matches, Media Heatwaves, and Missing MOTs
Forwards and occasionally sidewards - everyday musings of life 
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