I miss my bed.

I really miss my bed. I knew I would.

At home, we have a great bed. A really, really great bed. (House-sitters, if you’re reading this and you disagree DON’T DISILLUSION ME!!). It’s a king size ensemble, latex mattress … perfect for blissful slumber. I even have a great pillow.

The beds here are different. They tend to be made of two single bases bolted together with a thinnish mattress pad on top. The pillows are just small square things. Not bad exactly, just different.

There are a lot of things that are just a little bit different, like the milk - it’s pasturised, but not homogenised, so if you don’t shake it, you get chunky fatty bits (eww). Even the diet coke (my bad habit) taste a bit … funny. Different. Some differences are GOOD. Cornflakes are a lot paler here. Hugo loves them, they ‘taste’ so much better than Australian cornflakes, apparently. (I personally think it’s his preference for white foods, anything white, or close to it, passes the Fussy Eater test).

Still, it’s getting easier. I went to the supermarket and found plastic wrap!! And I didn’t even need to ask for help.

We had a huge expedition out to Ikea on Friday. We bought Sophie a cot, which I set up on my own (YAY ME!), we bought a whole lot of little bits and pieces we needed, we’re starting to get settled in here. I already want to go back to Ikea for all the “wants” as opposed to “needs”.