As I type, the house we have lived in for the past seven years is almost bare. There remains a king size mattress on the floor to spend the night on, odds and sods which include a large tank of fish and things the pets need, a kettle and cups for morning coffee, the dog and cat of course, and I hope, sufficient clothes to don in the morning. Oh that and a fridge crammed to the hilt, I only discovered after I opened it to see if we still owned any milk. The remainder of what makes a home a home is in a large van parked on the drive. How it all managed to fit in would tax anyone's imagiation. I am indebted to my friend who runs a trucking business that this was ever possible. When he heard we were moving, he said if he could assist in any way, just ask and as he knows more than most about moving stuff, I asked if he could advise where to get a van and man who wouldn't cost the earth. He asked for a moving date and said leave it with him. Well, as it happens, I received an email asking what there was to move, and having replied, had a conversation with my last secretary who told me that everything was sorted. Three guys would turn up today with a van to load up and others would turn up tomorrow to complete the move. When I asked what it was going to cost me, she said, don't worry, you've done your mate more than enough favours. Well when the van turned up, so did a guy in a in a small Volkswagen van laden with stuff that only expert truckers would have in abundance. The guy driving it would win, if such a thing exists, the world championship in Tetris. He had a quick look at what we own and what we'd packed in boxes, of which there were a myriad, then set to to organise the way the van needed to be loaded. I can tell you that if a migrant escaped from one of my friend's trucks and tried to hitch a lift in this van, he would die from oxygen starvation by the morning, for such is it so tightly packed, I doubt a fly could get in. There live among us geniuses, who wouldn't know which way up to hold a certificate. Thank god they exist.Thank god some fail the education system and end up as truck drivers, because believe me, without geniuses like these our world would grind to a halt. He assured me the space left will be adequate to fit the mattress in. I can't see it, but his colleagues told me if he says it's possible, it's possible. I'm knackered, despite most of the work was done by others. I predict being knackered tomorrow too. We dined in the pub tonight since we don't have a stick of furniture to sit on nor a utensil to cook with. My sweetheart has plans to do similarity tomorrow if her pension runs to it. It's all good fun.