Well, it's been a long time coming, but we finally have a move date. 23 August to be exact. It hasn't been easy. To be honest, I think I've aged 32 years, but that's another story. We exchange next week - at which point, the bottle of Verve Cliquot that's currently on ice (and has been since about the end of May) will be opened and inhaled. Obviously we'll wait until the children are in bed.
In other exciting news, I've discovered that I'll be attending this year's BOA Ball. This is often referred to as the Oscars of the Olympics - last year, Prince Harry was there don't you know. This year, no royalty has yet been confirmed, but Tom Jones is headlining. Which can be no bad thing. Only concern is that I'll have to find a red carpet dress to wear. Any suggestions accepted. I'll even be able to reuse it at the PR Week awards (yes, we've been nominated. Thank God. I put my neck on the line convincing the firm to pay up the £150 entry fee - hilarious, when you consider they randomly spend hundreds of thousands on random websites that don't work, but that's another story) so I can halve the cost by calculating cost per wear. But, probably still Coast here I come. A trip to Westfield is definitely in order.