It’s the beginning of June, and the move is suddenly getting very close. Time feels like it’s flying by. Danny spends a weekend in London with his sisters, while Dad and I head “for a quick trip” to France with a trailer and a roof box packed full of belongings. We leave at midnight, and after a long, rainy day on the road, we arrive in Riguepeu at 14.30. It’s still raining heavily, and we can’t get the car up the muddy little hill. After a few attempts, we decide to drive to

I (Iris) am slowly recovering from the surgery. It is happening in small steps. Pacing myself is difficult; I notice I tend to want to do too much too soon, while my body is holding me back. It is a learning process to truly listen to what I need, as frustrating as that can sometimes be. Resting does not yet feel natural, but I am starting to understand more and more that it is part of the recovery. Meanwhile, life is not standing still. Behind the scenes, many things are bei