I love my wife: she is brilliant, a beautiful and most incredible person ... She is however a moving freak ... Where some guys might drink beer, watch sports or play video games for fun she likes to rearrange the house. That isn't me in the photo but it's how I feel when any sentence starts with "This weekend I want to ..." because I know the next word will be "rearrange". If she really wants to do something, and I am resisting, that just adds to the challenge, and she recruits her partners in crime, Brenda and the kids. It got so bad that one day when she went away I rearranged the house just to get her back. Ha ha - if you want to see a housekeeper having kittens that is the way ... Didn't work though: on her return Sonya just laughed and made me put everything back. So earlier in the week when she said she wanted to move the kids' rooms, you know I was just overjoyed with excitement. Anyway my real frustration is ... and as hard as it is to admit, she is always right ... a change is as good as a holiday, and the result is wonderful. It could be worse: her friend moves house more often than guys buy new underwear. So after two days we have moved the girls, set up a new office and TV room, and rearranged the lounge so we can better enjoy the view. We even removed the TVs from the girls' rooms (that was never a good idea) and the house is brilliant. She must be wearing off on me ... I guess love does that to you ... It really was lots of fun and the result is so cool. LOL We should be ok for another couple of weeks.