Plans have been afoot for a few months now…Bonobo got himself a new job teaching at a school in Oxfordshire and we started talking about buying a place together.

I love London, I really do, but recently I have been noticing that I’m not myself anymore. That I’m stressed and exhausted and I’m not even excited by going out to the pub to meet my friends anymore. And most of all, I realise that I never have the time or the inclination to read books or write.

This, I decided, was a bad state of affairs so I had a chat with my boss, gave him three months notice (I was only contracted to give one) and we started house-hunting in Oxfordshire. It made sense as I has previously lived there for five years and had been to university there too.

After seeing some real rotters, we found a place that we fell in love with instantly….a wonky, little, Victorian worker’s cottage with an inglenook fireplace and a decent-sized garden.

Our offer was accepted and my three months notice finished and Bonobo and I moved into our Hobbit Cottage not so long ago.

I’m really enjoying living in the country, doing little bits here and there to make our house our own. And I’m really looking forward to growing some vegetables. But now I have the task of finding a job that I will enjoy.

Let’s see what happens…