Oh bugger.

Looking like I should have finished moving our money to the US yesterday. Bother.

The plan was to stay up and watch the results rolling in. But a storm has knocked out the tv. So instead it's to bed and I will wake up to find if there has been a fundamental shift in the world.

I think they have packed the apples. Not sure I will want to eat those after a sea journey to New York

This feels so wrong. Sitting out in the sun while people are packing our house.

Removal men here. Three days of packing begins.

That's the cat off on his journey to New Jersey then. Blazing the trail for us.

And we were singing hymns and arias; 'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'

Happy happy happy happy days

Despite my utter dislike of all things football, I have to admit to cheering when Wales scored