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9^th May

I really cannot believe we are here! Here in Tiddleywink where we belong! Last Sunday as Julian and I arrived to find Stephen weeding in the garden and Ben making the house homely and Jenny preparing a meal I felt we had arrived home. And it has felt home ever since. I remember it took me six years to settle into Cheshunt and this time round it has taken six seconds! So much has happened I don’t know where to begin.

So back to last Thursday, a week ago yet maybe the longest week of my life. I felt I should go to Susie’s so we could spend our last evening in Cheshunt reading God’s Word and praying together. We looked at ‘Word for today’ and read “What has God told you to do? Obey Him! Stop vacillating, stop procrastinating, stop arguing with Him and do what He tells you. You’ll love the results.” The words ‘obey Him, just obey Him’ were to echo in my mind time and again over the next three days. Ben and Jenny picked up the van at 8 a.m. and drove easily through the morning rush hour. Caversham van hire looked most impressive and my two ‘grooving movers’ walked up the path with huge smiles on their faces. Ben surveyed all our boxes and confidently made a start. Jenny had a meeting in Cambridge so she could help fill the van and amazingly Julian was up to the journey down to Tiddleywink and the first unload. In the evening Stephen drove up, incredibly quickly for a Friday bank holiday rush hour and ordered the beginnings of the next load. We shall never know how much we packed into that second load! He stacked the boxes whilst the rest of us carried! On and on and on and there still seemed room! It grew dark and we worked by moonlight still observed by the neighbours, and finally, finally we  could call it a night and the boys and Jenny took the lorry to Vicki’s.

Next morning bright and early our removal team drove to Tiddleywink, unloaded, drove home for dinner and then managed to squeeze everything that was left on board for one final load, even the compost bins!! Steve drove back to Bristol, and Ben and Jenny drove to Reading and parked this time on Jenny’s parents’ driveway! As they drove down to Tiddleywink the following day Julian and I were busy cleaning our Cheshunt home for viewers, baking a cake, packing the car and saying goodbye to neighbours and friends. It was amazing how everything slotted into place and how we managed to say goodbye to the people who really mattered to us. Julian’s back was really beginning to hurt by now and Marion was so kind in giving pain killers, cakes and drink for the journey. Once more I was worried he would be able to drive all the way and I was praying non-stop. Then just about the time we reached the M4 it seemed as though stronger hands took the wheel and the car felt more secure. Maybe just maybe those angel hands that had stopped the box of jam jars sliding into disaster on Saturday were the same hands steering our little car safely home.

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