No I damn well don't!
I'm tired and exhausted, sick of moving boxes about and nailing floorboards and and screwing and unscrewing cupboards and wardrobes and dining tables and Ikea desks and whatnot and not knowing where my stuff (it's in the box at the bottom of the stack of course, where else?) and waiting for indiffent notaries to waken up to the fact that real, living breathing people end up losing a shitload of money if they (the notaries, not the real living breathing people) wake up and get their own papers sorted out (paper which, frankly, I see little use for, but then again, I'm only a real, living, barely breathing person after all).

But, ever cloud having that silver lining, WE FINALLY MOVED! Yay! That's one silver lining you'll not hear me mope about. We got a garden! Yay! No matter that it's somewhat overgrown with ivy, it's infinitely larger than our previous garden (which we didn't have). It's quiet! It's peaceful! It's a friggin' HOUSE!

Now to find some time to settle down and write some stuff....

Hugz to y'all, you lot!

Oh and by the by, while I can heartily recommend laying your own parquet, I can even more heartily recommend planning this a bit more in advance than we did. Good grief that was a close call