The good news is that the council have found a lovely flat for me and my husband. It is affordable, on one level and is wheelchair ready should I need one indoors in the future. It even has a garden, so the dog will be happy. The bad news is that I am starting to worry whether either of us will survive the impossibly physically exhausting packing process and having our totally bonkers but very enthusiastic ADHD son organising the physical move of all our worldly goods. After the move on Monday, we will be without internet access for a while, so I won't be around.