Renovation
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Early Riser, A Sore Elbow, and Outlet Pitfalls
4:00 AM. I gave up on sleep. Combination of lingering excitement and the sort of ravenous hunger that only follows hours of intense training, heavy driving, and general adrenaline. My left elbow is currently protesting, having been forced into angles… Continue reading
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Umbilical, Adages, and a London Lifeline
As I pulled into the recycling centre with yet another car boot overflowing with cardboard, a heavy sense of repetition washed over me. This is rapidly becoming a weekly pilgrimage; I must remember to ask the attendants if they issue… Continue reading
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The Week Ahead: Mattresses, Crows, and London Breakthroughs
Happy Monday! It’s been a week of major shifts around here, and I’ve been busy capturing it all for the blog. We are officially out of the caravan and back under our own roof—swapping claustrophobic corridors and caravan steps for… Continue reading
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Mud Stew, Bombarians, and the Great Barbecue Battle
I don’t remember our furniture being quite so heavy and awkward when we emptied the house three months ago. Colin and I did a fair amount of huffing and puffing just wrestling the sofa through the door. As for the… Continue reading
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Cunning Plans, Mountainous Packaging, and Major Milestones
Karen woke me from a deep sleep at 7:00 AM. My body is clearly trying to claw back all the missed hours from the past week, and left to my own devices, I could have easily slept until noon. However,… Continue reading
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The NATO Gatekeepers, Floor Prep, and French Tears
I am utterly fed up with this cold dominating my existence. Am I making a mountain out of a molehill? Quite possibly. But after watching me survive a particularly violent coughing fit this morning, Karen was practically packing my bags… Continue reading
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Raves, Rubbish, and Room to Breathe: The Week at The Caravan Chronicles
Good morning, and happy Monday! I hope your week is off to a gentle start. If you are sitting down with your first brew of the day looking for a welcome distraction from the Monday morning email onslaught, you have… Continue reading
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Showrooms, Surrender, and Solid Worktops
I was absolutely certain the cold was packing its bags yesterday. Today, it decided to launch a counter-offensive. Fortunately, I was prepared. Armed to the teeth with tissues, paracetamol, fluids, and every over-the-counter remedy known to modern science, we braved… Continue reading
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🛰️ Satellite Counting and the Tin Furnace
As I lay in bed wide awake at 3 AM—struggling to breathe, coughing, and spluttering—I found myself wondering how on earth I manage to pick up quite so many colds. This particular one is a right stinker. With sleep out… Continue reading
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🚛 Scary Bin Day and the Biological Heatwave
I thought an early morning walk with the dogs on “Scary Bin Day” was a stroke of tactical genius. The goal was to ensure Moog completely missed the recycling lorry—the mere sight of which frightens him so intensely that he… Continue reading
