Moving makes you sick

They say that moving house is right up there with death and marriage as far as stressful events go.

Oh yeah!

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.

My job.

The missus' job.

The removalist's been booked.

And we finally have a house in Preston.

Yay!