How excessively annoying is it to come across a gift wrapped square that you had frantically rummaged for in vain, more poignant for having announced it to the giftee? Moving always stirs the hornet's nest, and miraculously, my months of frenzied if futile searching to secure my combat boots are abruptly rewarded in the form of a shapeless M&S bag. I view my eclectic collection of foot ware and china with some degree of pleasure. Well, the china anyway, all prettily arrayed in the glass fronted kitchen cabinet. It will cause a twist in the median regions to leave them behind. All that is left now is to devise a cunning plan to abstract the crate coffee table, a result of a chance encounter at work, and deposit it in the living room. I'd best make enquiries to see if my Partner request carried the requisite weight and it is safely ensconced in the office away from other prying eyes...

crate ahoy