A week into the house move there are definite signs of progress: we have a sofa, which has been thoroughly colonised by my son, who has mastered the art of arranging his four rather small limbs and body in such a fashion as to occupy as large a surface area as possible; the boxes have graduated from being obstacles to having semi-permanent status as we shilly-shally over furniture purchases, and I’ve discovered nearby cafes I can nurse coffee in while burning through their wifi bandwidth.