…and we're back. After more than 22 years in one place, we've finally moved a whole third of a mile to a somewhat larger and generally much nicer flat.
In doing so, we've swapped a view of the Daintyland wool shop for a view that actually has a few trees and even a distant hill or two for those with good eyesight. Huddling round a candle flame in winter has been replaced by gas central heating. A bedroom full of boxes of books we had no room for has been swapped for a hall full of boxes of books we probably can now find room for.
This has been a pretty stressful process, but not nearly as bad as we originally feared. Lots of people deserve kudos for this, but as well as the buyer of our old property and the sellers of our new property (who have all been very accommodating), our solicitors, the removal company and my new ISP come particularly to mind.
Having said that, I don't think we'll be doing this again any time soon. It will probably take us a few years just to get all the boxes of books unpacked…