One of the challenges of moving from a large two-bedroom flat into a small one-bedroom hovel, is finding a place for everything. Since floor space is at a premium, I've tended to build upwards, with the result that I can now no longer have a bowl of Frosties without reaching for a stepladder.

But the good news is that just six days after I chucked my belongings in a van and left Shotley Gate for greener pastures (there's a lot of mould around here), my cat has finally moved down to Brighton, and what's more she's fitted right in. It was touch and go for a while, but I finally found a space for her...