From the sublime to the ridiculous

Well, having abandoned the idea of living on a housing estate, we’re now renting a 17th Century Farm house in a small village called Castlethorpe.

There’s a nursery a few doors down, a school for James in September… and nothing much else!

Everyone has been very friendly and welcoming (apart from oddball who keeps leaving her car right outside our front door!).

The big snag is that BT have screwed up our phone line, so there still isn’t broadband… and this post is coming from a Starbucks coffee shop in central Milton Keynes.

So, more later!