In September, I move into my own flat. That’s quite a scary thought. I moved in with my dad and his (at the time) girlfriend, little over seven years ago now. But a lot has changed since then, and our house is becoming a little over crowded, so I’m giving independence a shot.
Needless to say, this is not something I am particularly good at. I will probably be on the phone to Emma everyday asking whether my chicken is cooked and “how on earth do I use the washing machine?” But in the meantime, I am really appreciating every moment I get with my little family.