And so the unpacking continues. I reckon we’d get more done if Katie was occasionally sober. We’ve been back and forth to the rubbish tip a million times today – it’s genuinely amazing the amount of junk we’ve managed to accumulate over the past few years. Going to the tip makes me feel like a real grown up man. Even though I need to be driven there by my little girlfriend in her girly little red car because I can’t drive.