Granny's chair

Feeling strangely in control of the last week of work.  Stand a chance of getting through the work and leaving with everything in place, so that's good.  

The youngest keeps telling me he is a big boy and ready to go to school. This is great - I'm telling him he's about to go to a new school (nursery!), but it helps talk about the massive change that's coming for him. 

Evening spent trying to prepare a little for the move, we're being 'packed' this time, which feels terribly luxurious but also is probably the only way we'd manage to get ourselves moved. That said, a whole lot of stuff is going to storage, so there are green stickers all over the place to show what is heading for a shipping container.... Granny's chair is one of the (my Granny's, not the boys' Granny).  I love this chair, including the ever-so uneven legs the worn look to it, and now the teeth marks from the youngest thanks to his phase of standing on the chair and biting it when he was teething, weirdly adds to it (in my view...)