They say that moving house is right up there with death and marriage as far as stressful events go.
Making the move to Melbourne is absolutely huge on the stress-o-meter. As it turns out, it's so stressful that it gave me mumps.
Yep, at the age of 40, I get so stressed and run down that I manage to pick up mumps from god-knows-where.
Normally I just shrug illness off after taking a couple of nurofen - not this time. I went down like a sack of spuds, and my face blew up like a balloon. I seriously looked like John Travolta in Hairspray, or Aunt Marge in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - seriously puffy.
So I've ended up with 6 days off work - I think that's the same as the total number of days I've had off work in the past 2 years!
But the good news is that all the balls have finally dropped.
The missus' job.
The removalist's been booked.
And we finally have a house in Preston.