Our last night in our house

We must enjoy our last night in our wonderful home of 12 years, where so many good times have been had. Where the boys were born, first steps taken, milk teeth were lost, christening and birthday parties, barbeques and paddling pools in the garden...

Well we would, apart from the fact that it in no way resembles our home any more. The kids went to bed on their mattresses surrounded by boxes. We finished off the last couple of episodes of the season of "Mad Men" we have recorded on the Sky box whilst sitting amongst the mess on our paper-wrapped sofa, which got so uncomfortable Rob opted for the plastic covered carpet. And we had another visitor.

Our house has seen better days

This is the scariest spider Britain has to offer: the house spider.
I wonder what Texas will come up with.