Well, with an 8.15am start, and a good part of the move completed last night, I finally handed the last item out of the van to my "muscle" at 12.15! There was much to be planned in the way of strategy, tactics, and coffee breaks, and Yours Truly is severely blessed with a spirit of wisdom on these occasions.
Who, but me would be aware that the iron was in the metal bin in the kitchen when all seemed lost? Theological College, and an excellent curacy, trained me well in looking busy, and totally in charge, without breaking too much sweat, and trained me, too, to set up the telly as a priority in moving in. One might miss Casualty if the eye is taken off the ball in these matters.
