After a couple of heartwrenching hours this morning, we finally moved out of our flat of 8 years.
It was horrible. My brother came over early, and we got the last of the things into the car, including
the all important TV, and computer, which as many of you guessed were the last things to
go. I think the worst thing was seeing the place so empty.

A short journey later saw us arrive at the solicitors where we dropped off the keys.

Then it was another journey onto our home for the next 12 weeks or so, with my Mum and Dad.

This was a snatched shot in the evening, when I realised that I hadn't managed to get anything
earlier that day.