I've heard that, after a divorce, moving house is the most stressful thing a human in the developed world can experience. However, I think one more should be added as top of the list. It is, naturally, connected to the house move I've had this weekend. At number zero, we have... being told, by your Mothers best friend, that you are quite a shit person.

I was rather shocked that after about 24 hours total of manual handling moving tonnes of stuff a quarter of a mile from our old abode in Southwold to the new detached house, that Sylvia (at our congratulations meal before I made my way back to Uni) told me a few things which were a shock to everyone there.

For some reason, I have apparantly got on the wrong side of her and consiquently, I've caused a wealth of problems. The realationship between Mum and Sylvia is quite dodgy now and everyone involved feels quite crap.

But anyhow, as I say, we've moved house. And my gosh, its a nice one. I'm looking forward to having friends up to Souldwold to stay. The house needs a hell of a lot of work done to it, but we're planning on decorating one room at a time (starting with the Lounge). And I am very sure that with my parents decoration ablities and their skill at "seeing" good decor, the house will be stunning.

After all of the lifting and tiring stuff, I just hope to hell that a) parents don't move anytime soon and b) my muscles recover soon.

I've been tired ever since and I managed to get away with sitting in First Class on most of the trains on the way back to Southampton yesterday. :-). Anyhow, no rest for (the apprantly) wicked, it's time for Semester two.

Thinking back to the list of stressful experiences, I think I'd like to have a list of top stress-reduction activities.

*Matt grabs his glass of wine*