Crablike

I've been having a marine crustacean moment. Actually, more of a month than a moment. We've moved from one rental house to another, because the house we were living in was sold. So ... after a huge amount of upheaval, effort, inconvenience and expense, we have moved ... sideways.

Crabs are very active, with complex behaviour patterns. That's me alright. Crabs have five pairs of legs, and I've been scurrying around enough lately to employ all of them. Crabs have a hard shell, and I am sad to say I've been showing my beloved (bickering) children less of my funny, cuddly, patient mummy side and more of my brisk, barky, frowny mummy side that scuttles out in front, bellowing, whenever I'm stressed.

So here I find myself blogging again. So much has happened lately that I could have - should have - written on my blog. I wish I had. Blogging was wonderful therapy for me once upon a time. I find myself in a new place for blogging, using the same computer, the same table, with a different view, drinking the same kind of wine as before. I'm the same person, with really nothing substantial to moan about, just a bit mentally bruised, physically tired and emotionally unsettled, that's all. Holy crab, I really bloody hate moving house.