Anyway, apart from the removal men getting the wrong day and having to have an emergency telephone call - they luckily weren't booked in for anyone else - so that we were running very late; the new people arriving just as I was taking out the last light bulb and packing the wallpaper and the doorknobs into the detached kitchen sink; getting everything really wet because an unexpected freak weather front came through; the terrible Goddess forgetting to give me the address (forgetting, Peabrain? Lo, TG Ed); my mobile telephone not working because I trod on it when I fell off the ladder I was using to remove the last light bulb; the removal men discovering my collection of malt whiskies and taking a leisurely break for 3 hours and the fish and chip shop I was relying on to provide sustenance at the end of a very long day burning down because of an incident involving an hysterical poodle, a box of matches and a puddle of flood water, it all went very well.
The terrible Goddess is ensconced on the sofa issuing directives and planning her domination of the new neighbours and I have a poof to sit on because all our chairs got broken during a drunken game of musical removal men.
All I have to do now is apologise to the people next door and explain that my trousers don't usually fall down when shaking hands and we're all set to explore our new environment. [I've just glanced outside and as you can see, by some miracle, I fit in like a glove. What are the chances!]
This was written before we moved, in case I was too knackered to write. What really happened was this....
[at this point I was going to say 'no problems'......hmmm. When I manage to work out how my eyelids open I'll submit a full report].
