The move went smoothly, thanks to a friend and his big car, and also not having that much stuff in the first place.
I’m tired enough after a weekend of packing and moving, but this was exacerbated by a ceilidh in church on Saturday night for someone’s leaving do. The ceilidh was great fun and we were kept going by the entertaining and very talented band The Jiggers, which is one of the numerous musical pies in which fellow St Silasite Greg de Blieck has fingers.
Partly through throwing myself into the dances, and partly through my monumentally rubbish state of fitness, I was shattered by the end of the night. The walk home was slow and painful, and my legs are still somewhat jellylike today, two days later.
Someone suggested to me during the ceilidh that my state of exhaustion was a sign that my body was telling me to do more exercise.
Of course I think it was telling me in no uncertain terms to do less.