After much searching of soul and Prime Location, we finally found our next house and took the plunge to move out of the village we love so much. At the end of the day it came down to space, or lack thereof. With two growing boys, not to mention the dog, there just wasn't enough to go round and to be honest I'd had enough of living in a goldfish bowl with every Tom, Dick or Harry commenting on my slightest move; from putting out the bins, to walking the dog. I just wanted to scream 'I LIVE HERE'. Something a lot of St Martin's parents fail to comprehend - there is actually life beyond the school run. So it's week 3 at Olney Lodge and so far so good. Lots of walks for Bella, I'm getting to grips with the timings for the boys various school drop-offs and pick-ups and the people seem friendly. All good signs that we're in the right place. In the meantime I'm trying hard not to be upset about the fact that the new owners of The Old School H...
