Thanks to help above and beyond the call of duty by Kieran, the ominous task of moving house over the weekend went very well indeed. Nothing got broken (although my jaw and my ribs could tell a tale or two), nothing got left behind and we had everything in place in time for my birthday/housewarming par-tay.
Due to the unseasonable weather conditions (i.e. it was sunny in July in Liverpool – weird!), it really was a house warming party in every sense of the second word. (Clutching at straws here). Fortunately nobody seemed to mind the heat as we sweated and drank our way into a stupor. Well, I did anyway and had great fun doing it – thanks to all who made it :o)
