Yes, moving is a bore. Wait until you've had to do it six times-each way-overseas. Oddly, the easiest (Cape Town) was the furthest and the most difficult was Frankfurt. The other one (twice to each place) was Buenos Aires and because I took the ship with all my things aboard, it was actually quite pleasure. Until we got to B.A. and then the usual Porteno chaos fell in on me and it ceased being a pleasure. Buenos Aires is about half Italian in character and the language is a soup of Spanish, Italian, a little English, French and a couple of local native dialects. Ever watch two motorists in Italian run into each other? Imagine the screaming of epithets, the hand waving, the getting in each others face. Eventually, of course, honour is, apparently, assuaged and they get back in their vehicles and drive away. Now. Imagine that on the dock by the pier. Many things are off loaded in huge nets and all I could thing was...boy, I'm glad I didn't bring the piano....PJ
