So obviously we are living out of boxes .... and one tiny little shoe box of a room .... sorry mum but to be honest its pretty bloody small. (and to be even more honest I may have taken over the wardrobe in the guest bedroom as well but lets not mention that)
So I realised last night that I needed one piece of paper ... a birth certificate actually and not mine - that I am smart enough to keep on hand. This one teeny tiny little piece of paper is in a box .... somewhere in the mountain of boxes that seems to be my belongings. Somewhere in there is a box, and in the box is a folder and in the folder I am hoping is the birth certificate I desperately need. ... this is one of those "oh dear" moments isnt it?