We have spent the past 3-4 months moving home, over half the length of the UK. In that time I have been away a bit and we have existed in a world diminished by the disruption of packing, cardboard boxes etc etc.
Latterly we have been in a trailer whilst our new home has been renovated etc. The two girls now almost completely by-pass me. One used to sleep in my bed, but now both follow mum around like shadows. To me this is understandable, as she has had to totally feed and exercise them.
In the past few weeks my health has finally pronounced upon my bodily demands, as the regime of stress and exhaustion has finally taken its toll on my elderly frame. So all in all, I've been even more out of it. I hope when we move in to the new place in a few weeks they may remember the dad that loves them so much?
Part of my reasoning for the move was their emancipation from a high-rise apartment to a country cottage with a beautiful and secure garden for them.
I might have paid a high price for my altruism I fear?
