The trouble with simultaneously moving house, working full-time and wrangling a mischievous toddler in a heatwave, is that it doesn't leave much time for blogging. And when you do finally sit down, you're too knackered to write anything. Frankly this keyboard makes an attractive pillow right now.
But the good news is that our new dining table arrived today, and despite being twenty miles away in Haywards Heath at the time, I've miraculously captured the moment on film...
I managed to stop them before they unloaded the coffin. But as you can see, Lisa and Amelie were pretty excited about the table. It fits in perfectly in its new home - right outside the front door.
Anyhoo, as it happens, my Dad was there to take delivery of the dining table and four chairs this afternoon. And I'm glad he was, because by the time he'd dismantled it to get it down the hallway, he'd successfully revealed the manufacturer's mark underneath the table top. It turns out that I've unwittingly bought a piece of Nathan Furniture. I can recognise British-made quality a mile off. Even in a charity shop.
But as if that wasn't enough to confirm that I chose the right table, have a look at this link from the Nathan Furniture website...
How spooky is that? It's got her name written all over it. Or it will have soon. In crayon.