Four enormous trolley-loads later, and we've almost completely succeeded in furnishing our new flat. It's all very exciting, but also quite spectacularly stressful. No matter now good we are at keeping calm and maintaining a sense of proportion, every 93 minutes or so we dissolve into narkiness.

No matter. We signed the forms and picked up the keys to the new place today. I dare say it's modest by some people's standards, but to me it's a bloody palace. We actually move stuff over tomorrow, though we still have a fair chunk of packing up to do tonight. Young Mr Malcolm has kindly agreed to help us lug boxes around.

We're feeling pretty tired already. Goodness knows how we'll feel by Sunday!

The phone line and web aren't plumbed in to our new house yet, so posting here is likely to be even more sporadic than before.

Click on the photo above for a higher-resolution version (taken with my super-fancy new digital camera); lots of photos of the move to follow soon.