Finally the move ends. I can now reveal that, contrary to the delusions of The Lovely Jo's work colleague (fule!), there is no more space inside a VW Passat than there is inside a Fiat Punto. It's not even a bloody hatchback. So we ended up getting a taxi-van to move the mattress anyway, and pointlessly nursing an office pool car for the weekend. If by some miracle you end up reading this, office-person (and you know who you are), I hereby dub you a tool of the first water.
Yet all was done by 3pm today, as planned (although I think we'd envisaged getting all the stuff out sooner and having longer to do the cleaning). What follows now is a few busy weekends in March, and the Long Unpacking wherein we try to find places to put all the stuff that's currently still in boxes. The attic springs immediately to mind.
Most brilliant, brilliant thing seen this weekend:
Look, filmmaker Michel Gondry (director of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and, imminently, his own The Science of Sleep) can solve a Rubik's Cube with his feet!
Confused? Here's how he did it.
Disappointed? Don't be - because now he'll solve a Rubik's Cube with his nose!