Got a call from my sister this morning; Mick's friends had all left her in the lurch and she desperately needed someone to help her move, but at such short notice and at a time when most people are on holiday, who was she going to get? Well, me and the brother of one of her colleagues, is who. So I've spent the day lugging beds and boxes and bits of furniture around, loading and unloading the van, and boy! am I tired now. And hurty -- it would appear my shoulder, which has given me nary a twinge for the last two days, wasn't quite up to the task. When will I learn, eh?

Though I could hardly have refused to help. Anyway, they're up in their new abode tonight, with nothing to do but to sort out their stuff as neither cable nor Internet have made it to the area yet...nor have landlines. Which is a bit worrisome, as I've noticed mobile reception isn't great there, either. I'll see how they've got on in a few days, as I've been invited to see out 2007 over at theirs. Then I'll see in 2008 with a christening -- Joost's son and daughter (3 and 6 years old, respectively) are going to be baptised on New Year's Day, in the church their father and I visited after Peronne died.

He has decided to put his life on the line one more time. He will go in for his fifth and final surgery on January 3rd.