Moving House...

...one of the most stressful activities known to man, they say, just as bad as getting divorced, though having moved twenty-four times and got divorced once I have to say that the latter was worse than all the former put together. And cost more, too.

But it was duly horrible all the same. And somehow two of my best tweed jackets disappeared in the middle of it.

Most Amusing Moving Anecdote: the Iron Buddha somehow deciding to put a tube of superglue in the back pocket of her jeans and forgetting about it. Several hours later the fact of her arse getting stuck inextricably to her clothing was very funny indeed, provided one was wearing a cricket box.