Moving home is high up on the stress factors list – not quite as high as death or divorce, but I can vouch for the toll that stress is taking. It is the stupid things like finding places for the spare toilet rolls, and trying to make decisions about whether books are to be stored in the loft, given away or sold on the Amazon marketplace. We do have four-channel TV, but world events at the moment are hard to take. It feels as if my world is all arrayed in boxes. It is a bit like the university years of travelling back and forth between Kilmarnock and St Andrews. The boxes were a regular feature at the beginning and end of each term.
Come to think of it, this is a bit like starting a new term, except that I can take all the time I need to tidy myself up.