Two days of it, with probably two more to go putting things away I didn't even know I had. I hate moving house.
Fortunately I had two dudes around today putting stuff together because I have never been good at working out how 46 screws go into 19 holes. A few things broken, that will teach those dodgy insurance types and a lot of empty boxes plus paper good enough to type on.
I'm going to take some photographs later to remind myself at some date in the future that moving house and country ain't all its cracked up to be!
But not now, because now I'm on a ferry crossing the greeny blue water of Hamilton Harbour heading out for one of the many happy hours in town.
A rum swizzle or two and views out across the ocean, hmmm did I tell you how good it is to be here?