Arse like an open tap

I got sent home from work today after going down with what I believe is known colloquially as ‘the chronic shits’
I thought it might be a reaction to yet another imminent house move, but surprisingly once I got back to the chalet the problem seemed to clear up, so maybe it was work-related. 
Last night tonight in this abode. It’s been nice but rather expensive for what we’ve had. It’s tiring and depressing to be moving again but at least this time we know it’s long-term. We can get our arses into the house in Suffolk knowing we’re keeping them there for at least two years. 
The family are very relaxed about what how we look after it as well, which takes some pressure off. We can bugger off on holiday, we can have people over to stay, we can basically treat it as our own. They seem quite set in their determination not to come back to England, so I don’t suppose they give a shit really.
Hey ho - next time we speak I’ll be in Suffolk!!  (and in July!)

RC 30-6-14