Cried and gone to Devon

I do apologise for the quietness but I've been a little pre-occupied with moving house, again. Perhaps I could start a career in relocating, after all I've done it so much these last couple of years I should be pretty expert.

So here we are in Devon. Not without a few tears but also with some small measure of hope and optimisim.

Baby C and I are installed in our new home. And that is what it is, a home. Thanks to lots of help from family, friends, friends of friends, and the second hand merchants and charity shops of Devon.
I would particularly like to introduce you to the wonderful people that run Trade and Donate in Honiton. Their warehouse is full of all kinds of everything that you might want or need for the home. Thanks to them I have a comfy sofa, a cosy chair, a very pretty bedroom set and more. All sold, delivered and hefted about with a friendly smile as well as a good price.

The Devon Air Ambulance shop has also been a rather good source of bits and bobs.
All that is really left to do is to make up the soft furnishings to pretty the place up. After a month of mooching round the local fabric shops I still haven't decided on any fabric so this could take a while.