It’s my first stop. And although I’m missing a fundamental part of my family (that would be my husband and daughter) I think I’ve found us a home (not like an actual house – that would be getting ahead of myself). I mean a place I think we could call home for say, three months …
‘Right, here’s a question for you,’ I say to John, ‘Eastbourne. Can we live here?’ Admittedly it isn’t on our list but as we are passing through and for want of other amusing conversation in the car, we may as well start here. It’s about ten miles from my dad’s where we’re camping out for …
‘We’re never going to make it!’ ‘Yes we are.’ ‘No! We’re not. We’re never going to make it!’ Can you guess what film it is yet? Here’s a clue… It’s not Annie – though funnily enough those words are exactly what the orphan kids say when they’re on their way to Daddy Warbucks’ mansion. I …
