So a bit of a blur.  We got in yesterday afternoon and after an incredibly long and thorough run through of the apartment with the landlord and the estate agent, we settled in.  We had Max down for the night by 6:30pm but his jetlag is brutal, so he was up every 2 hours last night.  We’ve also come across huge problems importing our cat.   The agency we have used has royal pooched us at every turn.  Mips is currently being held hostage at customs until the agency files the correct paperwork.  The mistake they made?  they put the wrong age for him.  nice.

I did notice this at the airport though :

At Heathrow you’re lucky to find a landing card let alone a pen.  Reading glasses?  not a chance.