We have moved. It was far more difficult than I'd remembered. Especially as we had only been in our little country haven for not quite a year. I had also forgotten that feeling of disorientation and slight 'out-of-kilter-ness' (is there such a word? I think not!) which I have now overcome...Almost!
Our youngster recounted a story of our move South last year...After a long day of unpacking we had settled down for a bed-time story in our new place...Mr Fifi having found us both in a deep sleep, book unread, had helpfully turned off the bedside lamp...When The Youngster and I had awoken simultaneously we had lain, confusedly trying to remember the location of the bedroom door...We couln't get our bearings. And with no street-lamps to gently light the room we lay wondering in the dense, inky, darkness.