Moving, and why you should never do it

Moving day was Thursday. Between moving day and final packing day (Wednesday), we both had two tough days. I'd have to say that Alyse did more overall - she took charge of the situation and bossed everyone around until it was done to her satisfaction.

It's just one of those things that should be avoided if at all possible; moving seems to be an endless process of looking at something that you should probably have thrown out years ago and painfully finding a box big enough to put it in because you just can't bring yourself to bin it. Still, everything went relatively smoothly, aided by Alyse's efforts to start packing three weeks before the big day.

The truck driver apparently had sixteen kids and, despite being a born-and-bred Australian, could barely speak English to save himself. Everything went onto his truck without any dramas, though, so I'd have to rate him highly. Our stuff is due to turn up tomorrow morning in Bris Vegas and the following day we're off on our travels.

DM

P.S. Superfluous commas added by AM.